HOW WILL WE REACH

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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