the fluorescent haze of midnight in the city
observent, patient, longing
hands cradling nectar
caffeinated teeth pulling at the flesh of your lips
intergalactic mind
smattered with careless constellations
I think my gravity has been stolen
my symbiotic smile
stems from the curl of your lips
I think my autonomy is buried with my rationality
The husk of Persephone’s fruit
Stale on my tongue
I bathe in the honeyed promises that ooze
until liquid fills my lungs
and I am consumed