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Feb 2019
The moon could have collapsed from the sky,
Shattered like a vase of cremains
Absorbed by the dense wet Earth,
And we would have waited to regret afterwards.

You killed my youth at your kiss of my lips when
I envisioned planets colliding and
Vibrant supernovas ensuing.
Maybe they’re all the same thing, or

Maybe I just didn’t know you well enough, like
The mineral of your curious teeth nibbling
My untouched neck.

Every sense, at our age, is cosmic:
Foreign and sweet, and

The lunar desire in your eyes was
Something to pine after; your hand caressing
My cratered, teenage-bumped face.

The breeze of your femininity had crept
Into my lonely orbit like a satellite snapshotting a
Pluto sunset, and

When we’re young, it’s much harder to forget
Those who kissed us, because if our

Memories are undersized stars, then your kiss
Was a comet or a meteorite or something celestial like that.
Jake
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Jake  18/M
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