I’m standing here
At the edge of the universe
-it’s all in my mind-
Half-enchanted by the dark and lovely
Spirals of your hair.
-You aren’t real but you pretend so well-
It’s when your face turned dark and the
Red liquor of your tongue ran itself
Across the bottom of your
Dusk lips-
That’s when I realised that
He can’t exist without the other.
It means that he only has worth
So long as the other one lives.
I always route for the warrior. -
The sky darkens and you turn away.
I want to scream and beg you to stay
Beg you not to go, at least
Then I would have some sort of
-I don’t know, strength
Always comes from the deapths of
-your mind like the fragile edge
Of the universe which is suspended
-all 8 trillion megatons
(not including stars)-
In a weightless state.
And they have the audacity to tell me to
Calm down.
How can we be calm if we are suspended
From fishwire on a ceiling that
Doesn’t exist-
And yet-
The stars reflect so beautifully in your eyes
As if you held them all along.
Remember?
I told you it was all in your head.
Come on
-they say-
You reach your best potential when you
-Exhale-