The stars were never brighter than when I saw them in your eyes, and my silly metaphors outnumber the infinity of these distant places that seem closer than you ever could. Before I knew the sky, I memorized the constellation of freckles on your chest, and now I search for those phantom stars in skies […]
The sky transforms blue into violet and stars twinkle into twilight. Arms and lips and skin glide on a green grass meadow. I am yours on this beach, this wave, this sunlit cloud shaped like a blossom and I am done, spent and forsaken as you slide away on magic carpets hovering in the space […]
I found you under skies holding piles of clouds from blue fingertips. Your body stretched out against gray smears of weather waiting for release, and I watched you turn inside out from the madness trapped in the heavens. Each breath left you starving, each shift forced your hand. And we barrel rolled through purgatory, stamping […]
I make wishes on stars that don’t look like stars. I pick shapes with odd colors or moving lights instead. This way I’m not pinning my hopes to something that died a millenia ago. How can I have faith in something made of beautiful lies? So I wish on planets or satellites or airplanes because […]
Your love is a meteor igniting a path across a darkened sky. It burns hot and collides with the atmosphere at infinite speeds, dazzling and strong, only to die out just when I need its fire to warm my cold night.