Stars fall as fickle as leaves out here casting their shadow against this muggy little windowpane I imagine us as them painted in that sky with not a shred of distance between us and it warms me burns me up like those balls of gas flashing pentagrams save for that that washed up…
I finally found you after weeks of hiding you shone so brightly almost as if you missed me too
I muse that you don’t love me when really that string touches all the way to Orion and wraps itself around Pleiades I like to make up excuses for you say that you don’t touch me not like you used to but heaven weeps when your fingers lay over mine …
I always find myself living as if I were you. How amazingly brilliant you are and you don't even realize. The gods angered in their hearts, that stone cold beating until it finally wore out; questioning if what powers they had amounted to yours. The galaxies formed around you, and all I…
There’s gold on your skin little tiny speckles that I would lay down and count The world stopped spinning once whenever I had tried You laid there and said my eyes were laughing I was imaging us turning into those sprinkles We would shift into little balls of dust …
Éloa 