Who wouldn’t?
To unlatch my head and let it fall into your hands
the freedom of ignorance
Bliss bliss
Pulsating— riveting bursts of star-hungry energy,
glistening down, rain scented shards of your
soul
body
mind
to douse my head in rebirth
feigned devotion,
clearing the space between my eyes of
Everything;
your nothing, my everything
soaked fresh with the birth of moons and supernovas
Crystal clear mind of ours
Head falling to the ground like clashing cymbals,
Skittering along my skin, pinpricked and exceedingly sharp
obliterating our home of glass
Thundering down, hail of truth
meteors of glass phasing though my very own body
My head screws back on
nails and coffins, or something of the sort
You know me as well as I know myself
or something of the sort