Axis
poetry / music
Nov 4 · 1 min read

From the heavy breath of nothing,
everything is thrown into a spin,
as two heavenly bodies burn,
their fingers gathering heat that beams
so deep, they grow into a simmer,
the pressure leaning on their figures
towards a greater brilliance,
who, in drawing ever closer,
taste gravity conducting through
each maneuver undertaken
by their binary groove,
and with room within their lungs
(enough to groom the moments
in between the…


