Youth

We shot starlight into our veins just to feel the galaxies within us collide. You told me that my eyes were stones, bathed in moonlight that waned when I smiled. The air around us was warm & the fog revealed my soul, but only as an opaque silhouette. I could see the sound waves rippling on pools of silver, a product of melodic voices that spoke words of the tomorrows that happened yesterday. We met in the worlds that rest in between reality & places much darker than our minds. Your skin was a labyrinth that I just couldn't seem to escape & the strings I tied to find my way home only became tangled between us. My lips were laced with poisoned words but you kissed them anyway as if you knew you were the anti venom. Your hands touched my porcelain skin, while my fingertips, stained crimson from the blood of my inner battles got me caught red handed in the act of conspicuous contemplations. I was framed by the doors with no knobs. Locked out. Even though we wore the keys around our necks.