I fell into a star
and confessed
with my three hearts
how beautiful I found the shapes
and lines around your eyes

I drank your synergy
like a glassy eyed miracle
and gleaned your secret knowledge
of the rent universe
through the fabric of your hands

all the nerves of the skies
have no walls anymore
just a soft intimacy
from which I can fall
they’re raw and removed from
the rusted pages of heartache
that stick like tar to trees
in the collapse of the night

my eyes are held open with
visions and all consuming
specters of sound
dripping from the pieces
of broken, fragmented highways
of the auto erotic, audio
of your lips

I was grinning like
wolves in the sonnet of night
feeling cocooned by the covers
coupled with your collapsing weight on mine