Sunday, 12 November 2017

Moon

I feel our bed teleport-ing,
Wormholes and next,
Stars burning out and bursting away
into clouds of velvet, purple and blue,
We move on through,
Pulsating lights around, lighthouses in space,
And our hearts beating wild,
Our bed, our dreams, our thoughts,
Your laughs echoing through the infinite,
And my words failing to grasp
the universe in your smile,
We move on through,
Onto our moon..

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