I wish I could weave my way into her skin
My sweet, sweet girl, with the hope of a thousand stars
Brimming on her lashes, her sunny eyes
Was the sun ever so bright?
Close is never close enough
Our skin is a mere sheath (can I shed it?)
I want to build a home in her ribcage
Bury myself deep in her skin and bones
Loving my girl is soft. It’s a caress, a fleeting moment
But when our eyes meet, it’s a hurricane
Oceans vying for dominance
The eye of the storm
Five years in, and I am still young
I am glass, on the side of a road
And she, the one who always spots my shimmer
Picks me up from nothingness
Maybe if I let her swallow me up, I could plant
My heart and soul against hers
My love a beanstalk on her soils
Maybe then, this awful void would fade
This is my burial ground
Her lands, her vast skies and hills
Where I was born from
Where I will rest
I want to be one against the night
Lips seeking closure that the darkness never gives
How can I keep taking her love when my vessel is too small
Too human
To contain those burning galaxies tucked under her lashes?
I wish I could sew my heart on her sleeve
Let her know it beats and it beats
But ebbs only with her sutures
Only with her kiss