Cool bite of our ocean, we'd swim
all the way to the moonlight where the rip-
ples lapped black against our thighs- she'd
slice the wet with a laugh like SUN, golden fingers
i t r w n d
n e t i e
with the earthiness of mine. Then, smiling at
our absur^dities, we,
gods,
picked out
** stars *** to
keep
for our
own, webbing
(together)
a map of
f o r e v e r.
Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 2:59 PM UTC
Cool bite of our ocean, we'd swim
all the way to the moonlight where the rip-
ples lapped black against our thighs- she'd
slice the wet with a laugh like SUN, golden fingers
i t r w n d
n e t i e
with the earthiness of mine. Then, smiling at
our absur^dities, we,
gods,
picked out
** stars *** to
keep
for our
own, webbing
(together)
a map of
f o r e v e r.
