your eyelashes
quakes
against my cheek,
your eyes whispering
stories
to my bones
i want open balconies
and luminous city skies
i want black sunrises
and wet hair
heavy of plants and dew


there is champagne in my heart
when you touch me
there's **** growing inside of my chest
when you leave me
in the winter night
the moon will never stop bleeding
velvet
is this what love feels like?
deep breaths and cold hands?