xcviii. SPACE FREAK.
look, over there!
she stands with moon craters indenting her cheeks
star dust and all the universe was made
stuck between teeth
and fall from eyelashes
that created the big bang
watch her heart bounce between worlds
make a galaxy with her own two hands
she is planets tucked in black holes
she is beauty and everything you've never known
ethereal, waiting for the right one
who can look at all the other stars
and never feel the same
when she looks over your way.
she is all and always will
live onto what you want to be
a dream that cascades in the afternoon
of hot, cloudless days in june
where the moon
stays out of sight
yet you can still see
her light.
YOU ARE READING
on this day.
Poetryxvii, april. (ii). these words speak louder than i ever will. © playlist poetry h.r. : #55
