You

Magnetized consumption.
Strings of glitter pouring from our mouths.
In drinks of blue, when I invited you inside, you knew.
Between our soft touch, all consuming love.
When eyes meet, and hearts fleet.
When the air is cold and burns my pale face,
you reach down to pull me back into place.
The sky is clear and I'm encompassed by stars,
Spilling out on sheets, hands roam,
these softened scars.
A place called home.

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