even with the starlight out, I see nothing but
the opaque blue of your
electric spheres, searing into mine with rage, ignite
kissing them with flame, flowing
ever sweetly, I lose myself in your echoing horizon.
the sadness in me, penetrated, it bleeds out blazing red
with crimson,
I taste it, I feel nothing but your bare skin touching me
with the soft static
of humming veins strung throughout you, elaborate wires
sparking with my nerves as our lips touch, a chaotic- brush
i have spun myself an orbit around the planetary likeness
of you, and the stars grow jealous, flickering
themselves competing with all the brightness of you.

06/21/2004

Posted on 06/22/2004
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