I spin universes like you, everyday.
Like spiderwebs made from clay,
spirit, and star dust
pressed and stretched out for trust.
A strength to hold up your space
left hollow and ringing
to recreate your traces
with swallows for singing
and give me something
to fill up with honesty
because honestly
I'm building myself up
with the way your kiss
can spin universes inside me.
One step missed to guide me
to balance in our moving.
One more chance for proving
that my heart is measured;
no pressure, and reassured
that nothing has felt so right in so long.
Lost in my meaning,
my essence,
my song.
Sing to me gorgeous, soft and strong.
With black hole notes
meant for pulling my light towards you
and for you
so we can see where we belong.
At least until we don't.
Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 8:28 AM UTC
I spin universes like you, everyday.
Like spiderwebs made from clay,
spirit, and star dust
pressed and stretched out for trust.
A strength to hold up your space
left hollow and ringing
to recreate your traces
with swallows for singing
and give me something
to fill up with honesty
because honestly
I'm building myself up
with the way your kiss
can spin universes inside me.
One step missed to guide me
to balance in our moving.
One more chance for proving
that my heart is measured;
no pressure, and reassured
that nothing has felt so right in so long.
Lost in my meaning,
my essence,
my song.
Sing to me gorgeous, soft and strong.
With black hole notes
meant for pulling my light towards you
and for you
so we can see where we belong.
At least until we don't.
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