one of the gifts for your birthday was
nonexistent constellations etched in your skin
cascading down your shoulders evoking
subdued squirms
my ever gallant one
I swore they'd guide you home
these nebulas of crooked flora dusted
with sugary swirls of the Milky Way
a biblical formula of unquestionable permanence
but
it was I who followed the ink which
washed down your drain
through sewers out to sea
it was permanence
shelter
which skin couldn't give
and in those lullabies the ocean sang I
saw the stars clearer
a better map than all your body combined
could ever give to cure cosmic wanderlust
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 9:27 PM UTC
one of the gifts for your birthday was
nonexistent constellations etched in your skin
cascading down your shoulders evoking
subdued squirms
my ever gallant one
I swore they'd guide you home
these nebulas of crooked flora dusted
with sugary swirls of the Milky Way
a biblical formula of unquestionable permanence
but
it was I who followed the ink which
washed down your drain
through sewers out to sea
it was permanence
shelter
which skin couldn't give
and in those lullabies the ocean sang I
saw the stars clearer
a better map than all your body combined
could ever give to cure cosmic wanderlust
