Your body was once my atlas
The lines of our hands
Play the latitudes and longitudes
Across the Seven Seas of Sheets
The compass between your ventricles
Was once the brightest star
An eternal celestial sphere
In my constellation
Lover, be other worldly
Let your limbs run free
Like the roots of the Angsana tree
Down, deep and dark.
May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 2:25 PM UTC
Your body was once my atlas
The lines of our hands
Play the latitudes and longitudes
Across the Seven Seas of Sheets
The compass between your ventricles
Was once the brightest star
An eternal celestial sphere
In my constellation
Lover, be other worldly
Let your limbs run free
Like the roots of the Angsana tree
Down, deep and dark.
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