Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Cosmos

Even through the veil of smoke
Green pierces me
Which is odd
Because when I look into you,
I feel black and white movies
And only a splash of red
As it transfers from my lips onto yours
Velvet pours into my ears and now
It's running through my veins
As your cool sound creates clouds
Over my bed and waves under my sheets
There's a storm coming
Most storms are named after women
This storm comes straight from the cosmos
Wash over me

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