quiet oceans above

and we, the children of the universe

so eternally lost in the dark

hands covered in the ash of fallen stars

fingertips still dripping with signs of hope

sticky matter

that wants to be consumed

in aurora’s drunken swollen lips

delirium in its finest, my love

tasted beneath the quiet oceans above

and forever cradled in my beating foundation,

galaxies painted over the skin

in patterns, I cannot speak but only murmur softly

calling sunsets, fractured lights

and the truth in between my broken breaths

we’re not lost

but found in each other’s dreams