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thalassicbaby Jul 2016
the stars do not align
like they do every now and then
not as we drove through glaucous willows
not as the stelliferous night twinkled with promise through the sky roof
not as my cupidity for you
not as we danced in each other's arms paradisally
not as the lanugo on our bare limbs blazed a golden white as we watched the sun rise
the stars did not align for us.

we loved like antipodes - if antipodes did not love.
thalassicbaby Jun 2016
I wished you stayed, I wish you stayed, I wish you stayed
but you are made out of shooting stars and made to be loved from
a distance

I wished to feel you, I wished to feel you, I wished to feel you
but you are made out of phosphenes and made to never be touched but drunkenly seen

I wished you were mine, I wished you were mine, I wished you were mine
but you are Equuleus, Pegasus, yearned after constellation, and made
to be yours and yours alone

I can't say bye, I can't say bye, I can't say bye
for I am a creature of immense love, immense emotion, immense denial
I am a galaxy, and I will love you until my stars burn out.
this one is resignation towards the nature of the love i nursed so fondly in my chest
thalassicbaby May 2016
I love mountains, and the deep sea
but I love you, above all these
you are my mountain.

you are foggy, you are cold, unchartered terrain
how come i can see you, and traverse across
your deep brown eyes and the soft glaciers
which are your lips

you are colossal, you are vast
but i envelope you, and you are enmeshed in me
i spread myself thinly across you,
protective, in love, protective.
protective. so FUCKKING in love.

I love mountains, and the deep sea
but I love you, above all these
you are the deep sea.

i want to drown in you and all your enigmas
i want to swim gingerly to your whirlpool
YOU WILL ENGULF ME
i want to christen you
with balmy, muffled kisses
with gentle caresses
i will ENGULF YOU
and i will skim across your surface just as the
tension breaks
this one is just idealizing crap
thalassicbaby May 2016
we can always be cosmogyral when you ache
in places i cannot feel
when everything feels like a hurricane
in our cosmos i will steal
anything that will remedy your pain

i will leave this world for you
i will collect every star in this
**** UNIVerse
i will pummel them just before
disintegration and rub them all over
your see-through skin
i will watch you become a galaxy; my galaxy
and realise i dont have enough stardust

i will remain empty.
and you will pirouette endlessly around my
black hole of a heart
each orbit a year,
each dull throb an eternity
thalassicbaby May 2016
Bright cold silver moon
Staring into the scales - your nacreous eyes
You are my ******
I touch your hair ever so delicately
Why am I filled with torrid logy?
You are my narcotic, you
Unknowingly sew
the lids of my eyes closed
Cross-stitched phosphenes of your face
under my eyelids
I am overcome with a voracious thirst
to drink you, or the glass of moonshine
balanced precariously on your lips
Everything is better when my being
splinters, fractures, and crumbles into your lap
Moonshine, take us to the cosmos tonight
in my earlier writing days i used so much outer space imagery when i reread it it gets very unbearable
thalassicbaby May 2016
my darling
i will visit you in your boudoir
tumescent Satan, I
you, a goddess, your body-- the temple it was built for
our hermetic union,
two bodies entwined on the hearth,
the argent moon looking on, clutching her vestal livery

heathens, heathens!
how can something so exquisite be a turpitude?
this one is a short lamentation on homophobia, and how it's super ******* stupid when our union is the most beautiful thing in the world
thalassicbaby May 2016
drifting, drifting
half fearful, half willing
instead I fall into

something empyreal

​I fall into you

your arms constrict
you hold me still, planting amative kisses on the once reluctant bambino
baby unfurls at once, letting out little sounds of
almost
venery

almost venery
almost venery

sunlight filters in through the little slit at the bottom of the blinds

as I am lit by my own alpenglow, a little by the ****, a little by the scapulae

why do these phantom pains only become pains as soon as somnolence breaks?
I keep this in my heart.

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