your t-shirt is an ocean of anchor gray
and i daydream of sinking into the fabric
drowning through the tissues of your sternum
swimming with the plasma and platelets
in your nebula colored blood
and i wonder if the walls of your heart
are the texture of gossamer silk
the way i imagined it to be
but oh, thou art a good boy
an apprentice braiding fishing nets
into constellations
within the sheltered ports of andromeda
as you stargaze through telescopes constructed from space dust
planting moonherbs and watering sunflowers
i sail superclusters
rippling through the folds of space-time
with bastard born friends cursing obscenities
into the ruthless sky
but oh, thou art a good boy
too pure and innocent to be tainted by a girl like me
my crushed soul home to bruises and blackholes
yours painted with star-filled eyes
curious about the universe
for they have not encountered the lethal sirens
of the aquilian oceans
oh, for thou art a good boy
you paint along the shorelines of your hometown
capturing supernovas and lunar eclipses
as i encounter charybids among clusters of neutron stars
but oh, thou art a good boy
you play tennis with molten suns and spiral galaxies
wearing gray t-shirts because
you believe that gray and silver are the same
basking in solar light without sunscreen
because you believe your skin is made of water
you're a wild doe
exotic and young
not afraid of hunters like me
but oh, for i am a bad girl
my skin made of shattered moons
stolen mascara of starlight
running down my cheeks like tears
i am a bad girl/sad girl/mad girl
a blackhole hungry for young stars
and thus i beg you, you boy with neptune colored eyes
run away, run away! and return to your port city
in the andromedan provinces at the edge of the universe
but oh, how tragic it is
you're the only star i want in this galaxy
you're the only star in the universe that i avoid