incredible

the sky is a haze of sunken grey, peeping stars and galaxy incredible. I sit beside you and in the dark we smoke clouds of imperfect, discussing the world and the love for our fathers that is a long time coming. We shiver collectively at the delight of the moon's mysterious guise and just like the universe I want to crawl myself inside you, discover your uncharted wiles and subspace that is your terrain,


the golden glow of your face in the morning sun is an acquired taste that I could suck down and consume for the eternity that is our lives; this panting a losing battle of the subliminally hypnotized, and its undeserving glory would preceed me, taking my words that slip from tongue to ear while I collapse my expendable heart and shoot blindly toward Venus.