She wears her hair the way she thinks
I love
the sound her breath
emits the stars,
my floating vessel,
ajar under ceiling stains.
I’ve slipped away in smiles,
she glides my helpless nothing.
In her velvet I purr.
You found me after the bombs stopped.
Open wounds, lollipops,
crashed cars, holy walls,
nonstop
hotshot,
the creaks from every corner of every room that warm my depths
in your house
is my everything.
Tell me dear,
will you wander with me a while?
Rapture 