Sitting on the side
of the eclipse
we’re hanging off it’s edge
I’m thinking of you too
dangling off your ledge
I’ll be counting
to number three
and then, I will let go
So I can catch you if you fall
if you count on me
and follow

"..and hear my soul cry,
I, under the blackmoon sky,
heaven knows I trie­d.."

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your maple syrup words
the deepest green in your eyes
the points of your antlers in my thighs
the predator becoming the one who dies.

Her mind was brilliant
her mind was not even a diamond
it was much bigger and greater than this
it was deep like the ocean, broad like the sky,
no, it was considerably further than this

It was like the place where the sky and ocean meets
where the fish and all the wild creatures occupy
where the stars and the planets spin

It was much deeper and greater than this
It has wild thoughts and incredible themes
It pictures the most marvelous scenes

she was pretty ,not only her face
but she was pretty in soul, heart, features
she was pretty like I have never seen before
she was not pretty just like me and you
she was like the queen of this world
yet she did not know.

Your emerald eyes
pierced through the lavender moon
sheltered by blue