#fieryverse

Messier in the distance

it reflects on your eyes,

your almond eyes

in the absence

of quasars and stars.

You're the backdrop

I reminisce

the musk

of the night,

I marvel

in the reins.

Ruins of our thoughts,

in bedraggled sheets -

upon a kingdom of clothes.

It's a scent

trapped in the dreams

Sometimes when I sit across from you and you're lost in your own worlds I end up staring and playing over and over in my mind the make believe fantasy of me getting lost with you. Then I stop myself from staring, then I hate myself for stopping myself from staring. Because the beauty that is you deserves to be stared at for eternity before even scratching the surface of who you are...

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 -

Our longing

was that of the event horizon,

wormhole of lightyears

between our atoms

along the thin film of our realm

entrapped between the blinks

juxtaposed in every second -

while I hear your breath

in the yearning particles

around your beautiful statue fabricated in my mind

blurring in the most

radiant of ways and paths...

it was lightly regarded

the entropy of your shade

is a warmth I longed for,

not the braids and single sways

the constant rubbing of your

most delicate elbow

at the touch of my palms

and you turn to me

I'm a heart-halt in the attic

of your summer stares,

I'd like to play cards with you

in the dead of night -

the disconnectedness occupies

every facet of my mind.

The repertoir

of your most beautiful semicircle -

Entraps me on subdued mental states

as I merge with you

into the aurora

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,