you and i arrange stars on the carpet
in my bedroom, cross-legged
on the milky way, the rug
tickling my knees
and your laugh tickling my lips
and I can imagine running through space,
shattered glass at my fingertips,
swimming through melted chocolate
and slow moving silk
towards you, trapped in a record player,
scratched and shaky
but i hold you
and you hold me
we are okay
in my bedroom on the carpet
above the milky way
we are okay
we are stars and your body
is my black hole
and i am drawn to you.
