Heart's burst into a thousand
brutal glowsticks.
The vase of the body
pulsates
with shoots of light
and in the night
You can be seen
from space
a head a thousand filaments wide.
when i put my hands
on my chest,
thinking of you
and lick my lips,
thinking of you,
I can taste
black,
I can feel
black,
I am blackened
and dark
in my bedroom.
Touch that orb inside me, or mercury,
that loneliest lover slipping
off the cuticle of the horizon.
Reach out with your hands
to that compilation of so many lights
that seems one.
Become the glove that traps
infinity and bridges gaps
that break bodies into particles.
Make love to an earth of oblivion
an earth of nonsense,
an earth of pointlessness,
make love to the years of youth,
the years we waste
not making love.
Mar 16, 2012
Mar 16, 2012 at 8:03 AM UTC
Heart's burst into a thousand
brutal glowsticks.
The vase of the body
pulsates
with shoots of light
and in the night
You can be seen
from space
a head a thousand filaments wide.
when i put my hands
on my chest,
thinking of you
and lick my lips,
thinking of you,
I can taste
black,
I can feel
black,
I am blackened
and dark
in my bedroom.
Touch that orb inside me, or mercury,
that loneliest lover slipping
off the cuticle of the horizon.
Reach out with your hands
to that compilation of so many lights
that seems one.
Become the glove that traps
infinity and bridges gaps
that break bodies into particles.
Make love to an earth of oblivion
an earth of nonsense,
an earth of pointlessness,
make love to the years of youth,
the years we waste
not making love.
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