My veins turn to wormholes when he holds my hand,
Violently rushing, carrying my blood for miles
Smiling and blushing, hushing any cacophony
That thrums in my mind
Love itself kindles a fire with my bones
When I'm wrapped in him like a blanket
And I feel more at home than in my house
Tucked away in a dimension
When pain is just a ghost story.
I can feel his heart racing against my skin
Through the spaces between his fingers,
And when I go back to my house
He lingers on my shoulder
And a hologram of him is still there,
Still holding me, and my stomach glutted with butterflies
Stirs for a moment, then dies away
Like a flaming tide coming to kiss me, then leaving
So evanescent after it ends, but while it happens
It feels like forever
Like the time lord he is, and the superhuman abilities
He contains to make any pain disappear like a magician
But, sadly
He is gone, too
Back again tomorrow
But until then, all will only be a shadow.
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Jars of Stars
RandomThis is a collection of the poems I've typed up on my iPad. I've noticed I enjoy incorporating nature and space into my poetry, so if you dig nature and space read my poems! Some of them are dark, some are brighter, some rhyme and some are just word...
