In sleep, I dream of it
again and again, within every hushed breath,
I dream of it
to unlatch my head and let it fall into your hands
freedom of ignorance
blissfully,
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, pin-pricked and exceedingly sharp
Obliterating our house of glass
Thundering down,
hail of truth
Fumes of stardust sticking to our lungs
My head screws back on
Nails and coffins, or something of the sort
I think you felt it then,
when reaching into each other like phases of the moon
My crystalline tears shattering into the nape of your neck
Eyelashes pressing into a spot you\'ll never see
Folded into ourselves, grasping bodies like
celestial fraying
Nothing but daydreams of swallowing a star