We both became slaves to our master.
It was an imperialism that we both could not have escaped. Human senebazurus-
We were folded perfectly together by time.
As the world progressed, our master soon made us actors as we motioned to his commands between white sheets.
My lover traced the shape of my body with his finger tips as though he's blind and touch is the only hope he has.
His eyes, filled with that image I saw one, two times before. Only this time, it was painted crystalline.
NASA had nothing on us, we saw Orion's Belt as we were floating away, the light of the moon washed our skin and as the stars lay down for us, we dance On them in the sapphire background.
Our master was pleased. With underlying smiles, we both begged for breath and asked him for more,
More of his serene punishments over and over again.
MVF's book of poems
By marissavfosterr
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