My teeth sinking into his chest
creates earthquakes,
kills worlds of microbes,
shifts tectonic plates and brings him rising to meet me.
When I lick his skin, a thousand oceans are born, and then die.
My fingertip dancing across his skin
blooms a forest where it lands,
which wastes away to desert
as soon as I have left him.
We are universes colliding, my love.
Let's see how big of a bang we can make.
Let's fling our stardust out into a whole other creation.
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 9:17 PM UTC
My teeth sinking into his chest
creates earthquakes,
kills worlds of microbes,
shifts tectonic plates and brings him rising to meet me.
When I lick his skin, a thousand oceans are born, and then die.
My fingertip dancing across his skin
blooms a forest where it lands,
which wastes away to desert
as soon as I have left him.
We are universes colliding, my love.
Let's see how big of a bang we can make.
Let's fling our stardust out into a whole other creation.
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