Lighthouse Teeth

you tell me
'baby, we're all made of star-stuff'
i breathe in your words like a promise, I promise
we are northern lights in a bottle,
we shine where we like.

love, you're a sun in the gears of a man
and our bones were made for ocean winds
with our lighthouse teeth.

together,
we are velveteen storm clouds
can you feel
our bodies shake in beautiful tandem?
and you with your solar heartbeat,
we wake up over warm atmosphere.
we live like we love,
we love like we live.

we're dying for a breath of sky,
lungs and love and oxygen
hazy eyes but clear vision
we are going places.

[we shine where we like.]

box of letters

dear You,
our skin is an explosion,
kerosene and love
and we rise like fog on wet nights
to breathe in heavy atmosphere--
i want to paint you in shades of gold
because you glow like a chemical,
hot like the sun;
and if we are alive,
we will love like Rockets.
sincerely yours,
--Me

dear You,
together we are star-stuff and
lamplight,
an unlikely pair of celestial lovers
and one bright heart between;
i want to take you someplace you haven't been
but you leave little else in your wake,
velvet storm as you are,
and i know that if we die,
we will implode
together.
sincerely yours,
--Me

dear You,
i associate you with yellow paper
and soft pine,
and you are such an artist, glowing--
i want nothing more than to breathe you in
like a warm night,
soothing and all-encompassing
because i always want to be closer to you
and my favorite part is that
we could stand apart, too
[but we choose not to]
please
letmefillyourlungs.
sincerely yours,
--Me