this one mighty fine poem
I wish I lived in a universe where my bed was the Earth and your kiss was time
So that I’d be trapped in the dimensions of your lips
And conservation efforts would be aimed at limiting the number of breaths we took apart
So that I wouldn’t have to hide the swell in my chest that yearns to be touched by your cheek
Until suspense plugs your tongue into the outlet of my mouth
The resulting explosion of electricity would create stars in my eyes
And the conjoining of our hips would be more beautiful and release more energy
Than a pair of quasars orbiting each other in a never-ending dance of fiery synchronicity
And the clepsydra of our racing pulses would be the only things giving us any sense of time at all
Beneath the harboring sheets I’d trace a blueprint of your skin
To refer to whenever…
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