not just in the way I saw you
you're farther than venus
my celestial heart
-she's  not even nominal

the thoughts dancing in my brain
fermenting in the pit of my heart
I pick at that heap
-starcrossed & lonesome

love is not just a feeling
it's a perfume we bathed in
we soaked in
-we loved in




but the scent washes away
no longer a distinction
no longer a dizzying coat
-like we never soaked at all.