what would i give to wake up next to you fingertips dancing on hips as curtains give way to sunlight; the world, a wonder of sight?
what would i give to drown... in the crook of your neck or the streams of your laughter as you lurched your body forward and laughed with all your might?
what would i give for our souls to entwine the raggedness of your breath spilling into mine?
what would i give to be given a gift; to weave another reality; craft a different mentality; build a sanctuary; one with you and me our confined souls broken free?
just what would i give just what should i find to redraw the line for this silly popstar love of mine?
for yjh: my angel, my muse, and my very own popstar love
This was inspired by In Love with A Ghost's "popstar love", from which this poem got its title from. It's moments like these that I cherish; when the night is shifting to day and inspirations start flooding in. And it has always amazed me too, how music is able to influence my creative process.