February 2, 2018

i choke on his cigarette smoke and it burns like vodka at 4am
when we kiss i taste liquor and stars and salvation and saturn
his freckles mimic milky ways and his bones mimic constellations
there’s so much more than stars and black and blue
stumbling on asteroids and stringing stars together like lights
i’m just a lost astronaut wandering his broken galaxies

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