your fingers on my spine are
tracing stars and weaving together
constellations that even the
galaxy could not foresee.
i want to explore the horizons
within your eyes,
i want to see the misty
craters, comets and planets
threatening to spill
from under your eyelids;
each drizzle more beautiful
than the
fallen ones.
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 11:19 AM UTC
your fingers on my spine are
tracing stars and weaving together
constellations that even the
galaxy could not foresee.
i want to explore the horizons
within your eyes,
i want to see the misty
craters, comets and planets
threatening to spill
from under your eyelids;
each drizzle more beautiful
than the
fallen ones.
