She stands up,
shedding her blanket,
walks outside
without a word or a jacket;
from the window
he can see her
as she crosses to the center
of the galaxy.

The skin on her arms
begins to glow,
sun-soaked and wet
with the intensifying rain.
Her hair spread out
over her shoulders
in wavy tendrils,
her clothes
clinging to her body
like an extra layer of flesh,
out of place
and longing to be
to allow the true skin
to breathe free.

For a while
she stands still,
letting the rain
wash over her,
coating her in the
shining saliva
of the dark clouds
then she slowly
raises her arms
in an expression
of pure,
unadulterated praise
even from his vantage point.

She spins around,
inklings of water
flinging from her
elegantly outstretched
in a dizzying dance
of childlike worship
and effervescent bliss.

He loses count
of how many times
she's spun,
surrendering his focus
to the breathtaking beauty
of a woman
united with her element;
she is the absolute center
of the universe,
shining out
with a blinding light
only he can see,
a radiant vitality
his eyes drink up
until his untamable desire,
a fine frenzy
of equal parts
madness and clarity,
shakes him to his core.

He remains
completely still,
at once bewitched
and released
by the shimmering revelation
of her beauty in the rain.

After what seems like
an eternity
spun into her dance
of passionate salvation
like a web of
never-ending moments,
every movement a second,
every turn a day
in a forever spiral of time,
she halts her exaltations,
looks at him;
even from this distance,
her eyes pierce his heart,
stir his soul,
cut his bones,
transfix his mind.

She breathes deeply,
her small body filling up
with air diluted
by rain and sunlight.
He can feel her desire
in that moment;
speaking to him
through their bond,
yet louder
than if she'd used her voice.

"Come outside,"
she pleads,
not with desperation
but with hope.
"Come to me."
this is an excerpt from a story I'm currently writing (see "Exile" by star_gir1 on Archive of our Own) which I have converted into a poem. Please enjoy!
He was the kind of boy
who'd stumble,
anxious and passionate
as a freshly-lit match,
into my bedroom
in the living black of midnight,
maybe even through the window
so the late-spring night breeze
falls gently over our skin
like a blanket of crystalline tears
strung together by stars and clouds
as we make love
for the first time;
I may not be the first girl
he's ever been with,
just as he might not be the only boy
I've ever touched so intimately,
but we come together,
so fresh and warm,
like melting chocolate
spilling over the edges of our souls,
leaking through our fingertips,
our toe tips,
painting the floorboards and bedsheets
dark and light with the viscous essence
of our effervescent dreams
I wish
I could paint
The whole world
Black and white
So that everyone,
Including me,
Could see
The color of your eyes
More clearly,
Letting their light
Spill out
Over all the faces,
Casting shadows
Over all the corners
That they hide within
when I'm sad
I fill my body up
with words
until there's no room left
for tears

when my body cracks
under the weight
of the world
I paint the colors
of the sun
under my skin
so that when it breaks
it shines out
from inside

when I can't speak
I close my eyes
and whisper softly
to the thoughts
in my mind
Let me be the writer of your soul,
my love,
let me be your ghost poet
I'll sniff out the flavor
of your effervescent vapor;
Let me pluck your
silver strings,
find the lost chords
of the chorus of your beating heart,
let me be the painter of your eyes,
my love,
let me inhale their beauty
until I'm full of life again;
They spiral into my mouth,
carving a sacred path
from my throat, to my tongue,
to my stomach, to my feet
where they gaze up at me,
sad loneliness
with a lingering whisper of laughter
your breath is sweet and tender
like rain upon my skin
your eyes carve out a river
flowing from the ocean within

with every kiss you draw up
another dewdrop of desire
I'm so scared that I'll wake up
and have to live without your fire

your fingers taste my
brittle flesh
your movements speak of
life and death
I've lost you somehow
in the fading stars
but you're still with me
in my healing scars
I'm not sure if I've posted this one before, but I just came across it in one of my journals and felt like I needed to post it now regardless. Enjoy my lovelies!
each muscle in my body
fades like fingerprints
from a window in winter
I wish I was stronger

each thought in my mind
comes and goes like passing time,
every second an image
as blurry as my face in the mirror

my emotions condense
on the surface of my skin,
my fingers quiver,
tracing pictures on the glass

these bones I hide within me
crumble in the wind
flying like sand across the sea
I may never see them again
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