вторник, 8 април 2014 г.

You blink with more passion than some people make love with

scientists say we are
made of dead stars
i could not believe it
until i felt your lips
a million galaxies in
the space of a breath
a thousand light years
in a glorious instant
i never thought i
could be an astronaut
until i met you

I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee

“He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would be only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk: I said I should fall asleep in his; and he said he could not breathe in mine.”

You are a sentence

and I am a semicolon
begging you to go on.

There are certain names

that will always taste like regret
and stomach acid
on my tongue.