you carve images of angels
into my skull
where no god has ever tread
and you fill the void
with something holy


and wholly beautiful


you,
who breathes in common air
and exhales the dust of stars,
whose tongue is thick
with the infinite


my strange and awkward butterfly
that tastes of crushed wings


so foolish to think i could keep you
trapped in the cage of my fingers!


no palms fair enough
to persuade you of your freedom




what universe breeds within you
to create worlds like heartbeats:
an act of existance
rather than will



to have touched the limitless,
embraced that which cannot be held
is














here,
take my hands
i cannot write anymore.


















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written for
LostInDespair,
because
i love him fiercely
and he steals my words.