Fourth of July all over her eyes, fierce and violently free. Luminous blue at staggering depths, my modern Magellanic dream. Explosions of light behind her smile, elegant sincerity from pillowside whispers. Like shards of glass, the laceration of her gaze tears apart any semblance of disinterest. The gravitational pull of those supermassive black holes,
nuclei galactic eyes. I am her pupil’s next meal. Pure decadence of velveteen scarlet lips cascading downward, soft trills unleashed by fleeting moments of ecstasy… supernova beneath her skin. Let the rest fall away before the iris; warmth within a white wasteland. Imposition: Eyes you see in someone else. Eyes that no hands erase. Host of what you can’t forget: vacant eternities. Comments are closed.
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