universe is one painfully long interstellar song with a deliciously repetitive melody that i cut into 84 pieces that i planned on eating but put in the cd player and listened to on shuffle instead
with my solar husband
who abracadabras into my life and out of as he pleases and the couple seconds between one song and the next are actually 6 eternities and he vanishes with the music and i sit here patient,
i sit here waiting as the music and the young man wait on the other side of the incandescent earth for me
its slightly confusing
and i hadn't entirely understood until yesterday when i stood under that mess of stars that pose above me every time the moon says "esta anocheciendo"
so shut your window, crawl into bed
i hadnt entirely understood it until 72 moons before tonights:
i
love myself more
your hair smells rich and your pores **** me in but i love me more than you ever could and its funny, i laugh because you cant hear me anymore
open your eyes
let me sing it again the universe is one painfully long interstellar song and you cant hear me anymore but you speak my laugh and i smell your dances and as if im sleep walking, my face is closed but i float to you and you catch me, as you try to look away our ******* begin interacting while our fingers both look for distinct parts of each others skin to sink themselves in
we're too busy painting landscapes in our brains of flowers and how much longer do we have to waits and once our fingers have subconsciously found exactly where they want to live
you and i sit and listen to the mixtures of yawns and strings and palms and rings of saturn
here we are again im alone and i know where to find you but choose not to
after that i sat in a bowl of Good Music and before i knew it i was being preheated then all at once i went up in flames
i came back down, in ashes, i rose again, this is the shape that i was given my only motivation is soon, i can return to the top right corners of your masterpieces as the moon
