im imagining you as a staircase
suspended in space
an object defined by gravity
in its loosest sense
the ambiguity, a pull of its own
draws me closer
though i doubt my ability
to capture light between my fingers
you are dripping
through a galaxy
i have been stitched into
a compositional enigma
dark matter
there are questions that
the universe cannot ask itself
and still
space is your canvas
there are dimensions that
materialize when you speak
i kindly ask:
would you whisper
some
into me
Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 11:19 PM UTC
im imagining you as a staircase
suspended in space
an object defined by gravity
in its loosest sense
the ambiguity, a pull of its own
draws me closer
though i doubt my ability
to capture light between my fingers
you are dripping
through a galaxy
i have been stitched into
a compositional enigma
dark matter
there are questions that
the universe cannot ask itself
and still
space is your canvas
there are dimensions that
materialize when you speak
i kindly ask:
would you whisper
some
into me
