Three thousand suns, blasting into existence
with the texture of skins you've tasted
houses woven out of space fabric
sail across eyes made out of stones
sending out vibrations
hanging out with ghastly ghosts of distant stars
imagination
is like creating puncture wounds in another dimension
flashbacks
are like wishing to taste enough black matter to kill us all
emotional spaceships trying to misguide us
feeling disoriented
magnetic currents in our hearts
definitions of love
wishing that love was just a planet you could land on
would make life easier
almost.
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is perfect
almost
♥
i'm going back to 505
if it's a 7 hour flight
or a 45 minute drive
in my imagination
you're waiting lying
on your side
with your hands
between your thighs
stop and wait a sec
oh when you look at me
like that my darling
what did you expect
i probably still adore you
with your hands around my neck
or i did last time i checked
not shy of a spark
a knife twists at the thought
that i should fall
short of the mark
frightened by the bite
though it's no harsher
than the bark
middle of adventure
such a perfect place to start
but i crumble completely when you cry
it seems like once again
you've had to greet me
with goodbye
i'm always just about to go
and spoil a surprise
take my hands off of your eyes too soon
daring
daring
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