lucy
lucy
Nov 4 · 1 min read

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

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    really I'm just mad that my brother said "the slugs fall, and as they drip, life's great code they do decrypt" and I'm never gonna write anything that good