#desertverse

Messier in the distance

it reflects on your eyes,

your almond eyes

in the absence

of quasars and stars.

You're the backdrop

My paws

lost in the sand,

I'd take pride

in the tracks I left.

Let the music of the wind

carry me for another eternity.

But I'd rather sink -

and sink some more

in the silk

of your braids.

Every grain pours

out of the pores

of my hands,

out of my sorest

out of water; it's driest.

In her absence,

it's incomplete.

With her touch

my cells -

The contour of your skin,

the bent arches of your neck muscles

protruding into the silence of the night.

The curvature of your cheek bones

angling light at distorting refractions.

The temperate sounds of your breath,

humming molecules into sleep.

the splendidly fixated arm

on a lucky patch of silk,

worshiping your shape,

into a permanent

yet temporary state.

It drunk your skin,

at every bend it did

I swear I could feel the air,

condense in the heat of your playing eyes

As they scan your feet -

reflecting the dimming lights

upon your polished toe nails.

Just when I held you and lost my sense,

The kiss that was once my bid,

It's soothing

in the coffin-silence

of this night.

The blues of its humming,

the fools' delight

night is still beckoning.

I either sway

to the endless ghost

of the saxophone.

Or I sip this bourbon,

until I sooth my glands

so this is what took me so long to finish! (i've never drawn this many humans before in one sitting..)

These are my spidersona's allies! (The Spot's sort of a frenemy):