Those shaking tresses of hair.
A cumulus cloud of onyx hydra spirals
like a universe surrounding the goddess
brought into illumination by the glow of your face.
The breeding novas of your eyes
pull me into the silhouette of your gravity,
and I am crushed by an obliterating
high of the drug that you are.
Crushed by the weight of
the storm that you personify,
by the implosion of one star into another.
The encapsulating inversion of the
invention of vision we are manifested as.
As two vessels let go of time and space
they will let go of the atoms between one another.
As they let go of the very earth beneath them
2 bright stars explode, then vanish in a vapor.
The sound of laughter rips through
what would be called forever as I cannot tell
where I end or where you breathe in.
In the space of two hearts synchronized palpitations,
worlds are created as lungs vocalize, and limbs begin.
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