Your soul is made of
stars.
I can see it in your eyes. / If I meet your gaze, even
for a second,
rose-quartz pulls me in.
There, galaxies and pointillism nebulae are spiraling in orbit
around each other. / Ideas the size of supernovas exploding within your
skull,
until every planet is surrounded with
broken-inside comets.
When your upset, / thunderclouds roll behind your brows
And a downpour, / set to a
cacophony of violins,
erupts behind your ears.
It's the storm of the century, with
fight-me lightning scattering out of your words.
But when you smile,
sunshine streams through your skin. / Bathing my
bitten lips in golden light.
Your heart is full of
sea.
Coral climbing through your ventricles and
sharks slowly shifting down your arteries / look-down-here trenches
seething with intrigue.
Waves crashing against your lungs,
spilling.
Salt and barnacles crusted on the inside of your ribs / Its overflowing,
your heart is /
Some say you should build stronger beaches
And keep the oceans where they belong.
How could they say that
About a sea as
beautiful as yours?
Your body is brushed with earth
Roots intertwined down your arms to the tips of your fingers
I can feel the twigs scratching against the surface of my skin.
Flowers spilling out of your lips.
Blossoms of poetry ripe for the picking
Vines grounding your feet
So you don't run away from your body
Skipping rocks along the horizon
And ascending to the sun
Where you belong
Between your head and heart and hands,
You possess the whole universe.
Sky and sea and earth
Trapped.
Maybe you don't see it
Your vision is clouded
But if you didn't have the stars spinning in your mind
And the ocean locked behind your ribcage
And a planet bursting through your fingertips
Then why do I look at you
And see
Everything
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How to Make a Human Being
ПоэзияWe're all creatures of nature who got fucked up over time. Embrace it. A lot easier then living in the shadows, and nothing is more fun then laughing in the light.