I wanna be high on the star dust of love,
floating above the atmosphere from the taste of your lips,
yet still held against the Earth by your tight embrace.
A hug so warm that the sun needn't have cause to exist.
A love that allows me to lose myself in the black hole of my mind,
while still feeling secure enough not to be ****** in by its unique gravitational pull.
I want to be able to have my stomach rotate within itself when around you,
and most importantly I would love not to have to do so in silence,
light years away from you,
caught in a terrible case of inertia.
But rather have my whole world orbit around your extraterrestrial existence,
no matter what phase you are in,
or how whole you feel nor how large your shadow cast.
-Love E.S.
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 12:39 AM UTC
I wanna be high on the star dust of love,
floating above the atmosphere from the taste of your lips,
yet still held against the Earth by your tight embrace.
A hug so warm that the sun needn't have cause to exist.
A love that allows me to lose myself in the black hole of my mind,
while still feeling secure enough not to be ****** in by its unique gravitational pull.
I want to be able to have my stomach rotate within itself when around you,
and most importantly I would love not to have to do so in silence,
light years away from you,
caught in a terrible case of inertia.
But rather have my whole world orbit around your extraterrestrial existence,
no matter what phase you are in,
or how whole you feel nor how large your shadow cast.
-Love E.S.
A love poem integrated with notes from that of the universe, about being infatuated with another from afar, yet paralyzed with fear despite internal yearning for their reciprocation.
