The color of your eyes is wet; blessed by the laws of karma I let you in to the attic of my dusty notions of love and bliss. Here, in the darker corner, without further ado, my kiss. Underneath the skin of our deepest desire trembled an untapped spring of purified fire. I wanted to splice my genes into the grain of the future, dazzled as I was by the billion tiny points of light calling my name. Never let you go I would not the leap in my stomach holding me to the edges of things, hair a furious thunderstorm falling into my eyes tear-streaked and sweat-soaked. When I finally awoke from a fitful half-sleep haunted by the sound of pounding feet and girl ghosts, I was being held by you with a warmth so atomic I cried out from the sheer brilliance of it all. Weeping so I did not know how we would unfold like the road unfolds into endless green and seething blue and frothy clouds we are wrapped in and all the stars in all of heaven stream down our skin.
Now, it’s all in your hands
and it feels so beautiful
now you can lay them on me
as much as you like
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