I cannot count how many times
I've felt you through my hands.
These images that i see
With my eyes closed.
How i wish they were memories
Instead of ambitions.
Pathetically daydreaming
All of our nights,
Mimicking the stars
With glossy bodies,
Reflecting the moon
Teaching us
The movements of tidal bores.
My mind,
Guilty of wishful sins,
Is racing.
My heart,
Dying to be in sync with yours
My hands,
Trying to keep up with my mind,
Hold on to you
Tighter than before,
Compressing my raging pleasure
Behind a frowning face
With grinding teeth,
Building my feelings up
Just to be expressed
Through shooting stars.
As it was time for me
To wish for what i wanted,
Your name
Was all i could pronounce.
Softly
Wholly
Repetitively
Drawling on the syllables
For each shooting star.
