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Underneath a moonlit
sonata, you and I
Beethoven's audience
A love, a wonder, alive

You're curious - as am I
Your soft breaths - I've learned
a new lullaby

I think I'll sleep well tonight
Romantic, isn't it?
The giant, blue, ice-cold
Air flurries, quickly
Hydrogen and helium
Methane ice - like an oddly-
flavored slushie, likely unpalatable
But surely nice to see
So far from Helios' reach
A blizzard of cerulean rushes across
A mass so great
It would require Herculean strength
To move her but an inch
Mathematically predicted
And there she was
A beautiful, azure conclusion
To our solar system
I make my home in the heart of stars
Pulled in by their massive gravity
Fiery furnace burning the core of me
Skin incinerated in a fury of white orange
Quasars spewing my light filled essence
Out in either direction
Pulsars spinning like a lighthouse
Beckoning what’s left of me
Until the black holes gobble up
What remains of my scattered particles
Specifically just written today for Kelley A. Vinal.
Loving you is exhausting
But exquisite and intricate and haunting
The kind of love that lingers like the smell of smoke
From the candles in my bedroom
The kind of love that touches the crevices in my body
That no one has reached out to touch before
And yet there you are
In my veins, in my heart, holding me
Loving you is all I can do darling
I knew from the moment we spoke
That I would want you forever
And that is my promise to you.
Loving you isn't easy
Because loving you makes me crazy and insecure and worried
But loving you is a new journey that I am taking
A sacrifice that I am making
Something I must get used to; loving you.
 Jul 2015 Caroline Grace
Jane Doe
I do not exist.
I have translucent skin,
I insist on the breath I take, I am responsible for no one.
muscle structure is a modern myth.
my bones only move on your command.
There is control in your touch.
and your memory is holding me down.
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