i love the way the sunlight ripples along his skin with no complaints
"messiah"* the shadow talks "of course he is"* i reply and i resume to orchestrating my love
─little phobias
i wander aimlessly along his windows, his eyes; they are gates to afterlives unloved; they are oceanic shrapnel sky imprisoned infinities a lapis point of view- that i treasure
his heart is drenched in my soul- in a sweeter sickness- in the liquid measure of my steps- he mentions i'm contagious
i tell him he is my favorite way to bleed
"september prodigy" the shadow babbles "why?" i rasp "sun at long last kisses away all the ghosts harvesting from the heart of the moon" and i broke out into stars
─my serendipity
i love the raw music of our conversations, and how his voice undresses me and my monsters so delicately in fabrics of the dark
i love how his laugh makes all the other planets look dull; how his smile is the first step to curing the blind
so the blind may know what i know
"the symphony of seams"
i love how he is the shocking philosophy of turning suicide notes into paper cranes
of picking fights with death so i may remain
i love the phoenix tucked in his soul how it defines- the altitudes- the limits- our existence he describes to me
"reincarnation?" the shadow asks "every morning he wonders" i answer and the fever invests it's time in me
"what is he to you?" the shadow murmurs
"besides broken flowers, and ink blots shaped like rain he is my favorite stairway to heaven."