- 27

Wednesday, 27 August 2014

Your eyes
are iron cores
of dying stars.

I collapse
under their gravity.

You consume me,
and spit me out
in millionths.

i am yours for eternity

but

would you let me be the one who

wander

through your forest of hair

or your smooth sands of skin

with my hands

or at least, I'd like to sit in the smallest

chamber of your heart

giddily pulling the strings

if I can't dive in to a chocolatey iris

or curl up in your fleshy twigs.