observing celestial bodies

dimpling the starry sky
are scurrying monsters.
their paws
fit snuggly in the holes of the
chain-link fence-sky.
their claws
pierce the soft climbing-rock atmosphere,
expertly maneuvering the realistically endless
but encompassing universe-sky, like a dome.
they are crawling towards me,
painfully hungry for my purple-blue aura.
they lick their maws and gobs with gooey salivation,
last meal still hanging precariously from canines and molars.
it's the face of an old acquaintance!
our screaming faces meet
in a collision of wet and heat
and the monsters are consuming me
under the soft, apathetic twilight.
but the safety-civic net keeps me protected
with liquid-sand and shiny metal armor.
i smile at this frightening scene
and think of you.
because each star in the sky reminds me of you,
like millions of copies of your beauty
freckle the sky with breath taking light.

melting

a fusion of egos,
wet flesh connecting.
i wither and bloom in circadian rhythms
while he erodes and reforms with mineralized fervor.
i breathe in his breath
and he breathes in mine.
in this moment we are comprised of
id only,
pure desire and passion, the outer world
disintegrates.
the hunger consuming us is
relentless and life-threatening.
i try hard to consume not only his body,
but his mind and energy as well
and if i could eat away his sadness with our
passionate connections
i would never let it end,
i would never let him exit me.

swimming above

i am a key
and he is the tumblers.
we fit together perfectly,
mathematically,
a well thought out algorithm.
our unity unlocks a door to a room,
bright and pulsing.

this town smells like life
and before i must leave again
i breathe it all in out the window.
i watch the beauty in the street lights as the sun fades
and observe spacious farms and fields,
and houses that intrigue my eyes so much.
the pavement and dirt beneath my naked feet even feels so right
and the river rushing constantly is a perfect lullaby.
demons flood the streets
but their humor is so kind
that i can't mind.

his face in the artificial navigating light
proves even more beautiful
than when its bathed in florescent.
when i wordlessly murmur against
blood-ridden, thin skin,
the opposite of rigor mortis occurs
and all rigidity drains from me
and i become mush.
his entire essence impairs me
and all i can do is want,
but the feeling is so indescribably perfect
that i can't complain.

suffocating under nihilism is unimaginable now,
he gives meaning to everything.