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K Balachandran Jan 2017
Enchanting twilight hour-this is!
A Tiger spider of lethal
allurement,she is basking on
this hour's sweet ambivalence,
while,drinking me with her eyes --intense.
To be her mere companion
for the  night,or be the purveyor
of delight to her continuing forever?
A choice  depends upon her
kaleidoscopic  predilections,
than me a hunter in a disguise,
a time traveler from far galaxies.
What we see with our eyes,even has layers of meaning
Sandoval Jan 2017
I touched  him with my hands of galaxies; And spoke to him,

the silent language of the universe.



*-Sandoval
Sandoval Jan 2017
He* named a star after me not knowing I gave birth to them.


*-Sandoval
Alex Hill Dec 2016
Cosmos in her eyes
Solar systems speckled across her skin
Teeth of shining suns
Scars of waning moons rail thin
Hair woven with nebluas
Skin made of stardust
Dark matter etched under her fingernails
Solar wind flowing through her lungs
Interstellar dust collects in her veins
Her heart a comet in the sky
Her smile as dwarf star
And a soul made of twisting and swirling colors burning hotter than the day
Stitched together in cloth of flesh
Hidden deep inside broken clay and yet
Despite the black hole clawing at her mind
This starchild won’t leave
I am made of galaxies

You cannot **** me
-df Dec 2016
You brought me
the galaxies
in the palms of your hands.

You lit a fire in
my heart so intense
that it burned hearing
you say we were a match.

And the words
you spoke to me,
were a melody
that my soul
danced to.

You were like no other
love I've ever known.

(-DF-11/24/16-)
Abigale K Dec 2016
The galaxies above show no sympathy
for our own demise

Do not care of our puny human desires

For they choose not to fall
when we are in need of a wish

Motionless, taunting, uncaring

They shine when the world ends
crying, dying

God told them it wasn't their job to care
Only to watch

See the pain, observe
But do not dare to touch

What a hard life the stars must have
Peninsula Oct 2016
Dowsed in deep darkness
You, love, were and is my sun
'Til in blinding light.
Peninsula Oct 2016
PM
My love,
Never worry
For even though
I can not tell you much
Of the affection I feel for you
The only reason that I have stories
To tell the galaxies that gather around
You and I, above us, and below too
Is because you are my sunlight
And to them I am the moon
And the emotions I shine
Is your love; the light
Coming through
Some people will love you in ways that they are not capable of putting into words. But they will radiate this love to you... and their friends. And some of these friends will make poems about such love.
riwa Oct 2016
everyday at 1:56 am an image of your face flashes in my mind
the smile that made the worst situations instantly better
the eyes that were so easy to get lost into
I remember at 1:56 am you whispered "I love you"
and I had no choice but to believe every word you breathed out into the cold evening
every day at 1:56 am the image of your face is enough to make my whole body ache
because I miss the way you used to hold me and tell me I was the brightest star in the entire galaxy
I miss the way you drew constellations in my mind and made me believe ours was the biggest
I miss the way you laced your love around me and made me feel safe in your arms
when 1:56 am is flashed across the face of a clock
all i can think of is the way your hands caressed my body as if I was the most fragile piece of China in the set
The way you looked at me as if I was the most important chapter in the whole book
the way you exhaled my name as if it was crucial to enunciate every syllable correctly
at 1:56 am everyday I remember the way you loved me and my heart breaks because I've realized even the biggest constellations have to fall apart eventually
(4/2/16)
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