stars and radio master
intercloud motion—1000 light
years in most directions. However,
I am still blind to anything
but you. This
dark matter aloha steps
off my mind’s plane
into the muggy air. A string
of flowers is placed around
my neck, and I look up—
starbursts
spit their rings violent and
central—your body
in music. Now, tropical
space—population
one. A tear rolls down
my face onto the
runway—I can’t remember
the sound of
your voice.
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 3:31 PM UTC
stars and radio master
intercloud motion—1000 light
years in most directions. However,
I am still blind to anything
but you. This
dark matter aloha steps
off my mind’s plane
into the muggy air. A string
of flowers is placed around
my neck, and I look up—
starbursts
spit their rings violent and
central—your body
in music. Now, tropical
space—population
one. A tear rolls down
my face onto the
runway—I can’t remember
the sound of
your voice.
