the residue of stardust and comets,
left on my fingertips,
left stains on your cheeks,
constellations and galaxies -
your smile like the sun,
blinding my sight,
and warming my skin.but the feeling your skin
left on my tongue,
was so intoxicating and sweet
that i began to confuse your heart
with mars -
a soaring flame of fiery intensity and war.there is courage i built
in my own beating flame
- inspired by you -
to wake up every day,
and counter my wanning spirits
enough to breath in the clouded air,
and fuel my bleeding lungs
for another longing trip
around your beautiful sea,
with a view of your breathtaking moon.
YOU ARE READING
the light
Poetrya collection of uncategorized poems from around the years 2016-2019.