the striated iris was solid.
We stared into each other’s deep, colored
eyes but there was no hole for the images
to penetrate.
We pierced a pupil with our sharpened
fingernail and all the world came flooding in.
Our hearts too, were once intact.
A balloon of blood floating in our chests
but there was no need to beat until your love
cracked it and a red river spilled into our starving
bodies.
Stars wouldn’t be as majestic
if there wasn’t so much emptiness
around each one.
A lifetime’s worth of space between the suns.
The million miles of highway
between where I sleep
and where you sleep
is what pulls
my daily momentum.
If we ever meet
then we may as well disintegrate.
It’s no longer necessary
once it’s complete.
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