I want to creep inside of you,
your ribcage enclosed around me
let's take a look at what your third eye can see.
Wrapping my mind around the galaxies,
that are currently expanding away
intertwining your stars in my fingertips,
caressing your moons in the palms of my hands.
Don't mind me while I sip your knowledge like a cup of tea;
pouring down my throat,
scalding information like it was supposed to scar.
I can feel you waking,
the nebula behind your eye lids,
fades as the sun claims its spot in the sky.
Resonanting inside of me, like a sizzling
black kettle boiling over.
I watch the hot red glowing spirals
on the stove subside to a rustic brown,
just like that I knew I were lost -
wandering around in someone else's
head that had no intention
of ever stepping into another's.