Wednesday, March 2, 2011

mes jours, mes rêves







I'm reeling around Mercury,
Jubilating across constellations
Swimming in and out of galaxies,
"Don't ever go," I'll whisper as I shoot out
Across the stars
(but you've already gone
to be another's cartographer)
My lashes, dripping wet,
And no gravity to let new planets
Fall.

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