December 4, 2010
I can feel it in my bones.
Not alone-
his green galaxy being
back at my
small frame
All of this knowledge and knowing
bringing me shame
and his eyes are glowing
changing; bursting
Burning a hole
right through my skull.
Because he has the words, the poise
The poison
to deteriorate my want
for my sun that smokes
because it is too hot.
And he is cold,
cool, bold.
Pulling me in with stories
he told.
Leaving me with dust
of everything I
want to know
leaving me to grow,
going up to fulfill those desires
higher and higher
until I brush the sky
flying far, touching stars.

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