I want to be buried
beside the river
that drowns you.
-
The way the sky sits.
Our sleeves
wrapped in wind.
I kiss your lips.
You are my end.
-
Sequins and swans
on the dress of
the universe.
I want to be warmed
by the galaxy's grasp.
-
You are my water:
You move beside
and against me.
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 2:01 AM UTC
I want to be buried
beside the river
that drowns you.
-
The way the sky sits.
Our sleeves
wrapped in wind.
I kiss your lips.
You are my end.
-
Sequins and swans
on the dress of
the universe.
I want to be warmed
by the galaxy's grasp.
-
You are my water:
You move beside
and against me.
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