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my baby is a moon pearl ocean in an apricot savana wasteland. he is bright and beautiful, and i can't help notice how his knees quake when he sucks the stars from their roots in the dream-lit sky
i can't look away even when my eyes burn and drip of ichor i just want him to turn around but he's too busy poking his bendy straw through the clouds he's bronze and sun kissed and too divine to be called mine
i watch how he dies into moon dust and plays leapfrog over the stars meteor serum dripping from his elbows
he sees me from a distance doesn't say a word when he plummets towards me star flecks on his skin and nebulae dripping from his mouth my heart bursts from it's cocoon and flutters towards his lustrous soul my breathing stops like a wave hitting the mango shore when he catches it between his ruby bruised lips
he tilts his head and grins swallowing the butterfly swallowing my heart and his fingertips graze my hand and i'm floating like a star i feel godly divinity in my veins
and he's floating with me and he's looking at my lips and i'm a blushing rose under the midnight sun he covers me with his arms the coldness of his rings kissing my hips
his face is so close to mine but not close enough i want to feel his lips on mine so i know how an angels tongue tastes against my own his eyes are burning and his skin is softer than i had imagined
his lips taste like sycamore fig sap summer sun and i am willing to die in his arms.
//all this writing about soft boys but unfortunately im attracted to inconsiderate mean ones. im really sad and this poem is all over the place sorry//
