Lights from home
walk on our journeys;

Reach beyond the lights of the city.

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I could hold hands with the stars,
come around, look down
While you look up.

We're not alone.

I wonder how many stars there are
I bet the number
Would take your breath away
Like you take mine
Every day

I found hell sliding down
The slight curve of your flawless porcelain back,
Embedded discreetly in electric spinal cord buzzing.
And yet... Your eyes moistened with
Glittering pools of heaven.
The reports say I drowned...
But I know your back cracked,
Hell scrambled out...
Breaking my neck
And crushing my ribcage
In a swift enchanting dance.

She's dark, yet
moonlight glows
inside her soft-eyes
& despite her
tragic-aura,
I still want
her blackness,
to taste her magic,
to kiss
the devil inside her.