if I knew how to reach out
and touch the entire universe,
the precise points that fuel you,
marking coordinates to call mine.
You’d know the endless fixation
to learn a galaxy’s intricacies,
my obsession with celestial glows,
you flush skin with crimson,
with heat that refuses to flee.
Worlds would fold into perfect symmetry,
fragrances almost too rich to cling to,
billions of particles dancing between us,
reeling from the tender calm found
long after our shattering explosions.
Collected histories crash and flood,
flash with memories too deep
to ever hand over to another.
We’re through skimming the surface,
we search the flutter beneath.
The need possesses with unforgiving passion,
I can feel a universe splashed across you,
the constellations linked along your skin,
the stardust in your exhaled breath
marking places to call mine alone.
You know the unceasing fixation
to be touched with celestial glows,
flushed with heat that refuses to retreat.
Worlds would fold into perfect symmetry ,
fragrances almost too rich for lungs to keep,
reeling from the tender calm shared
long after shattering explosions.
Collected histories collide and converge,
flash with memories far too deep
to relinquish with mere words.
We search out the flutter beneath.
The need possesses with unforgiving passion,
I can feel the precise points marking
what we will claim as our very own.
