Forever ago
I asked Lover about the stars
She sighed
The only celestial bodies I wanted to study were ours
But that’s the problem with poetry, isn’t it?
That it takes nothing to be sun through library windows
Shining on two girls learning to dance slow in the YA section
Or maybe the issue is in the believing
That she spun me night skies until I learned to drip stars from my fingertips too
And we kissed galaxies into each others’ mouths
And that i don’t know now if hers tasted like anything
the way mine tasted like forever
Forever in your arms, baby
-lucy
