Outer Space
Even in deep space, your love holds me down, Your embrace has weight, and keeps me coming, back…
A haunting melody emerges,
from deep inside a Scandinavian enchantress.
Her sentiments alluring,
capture my fluorescence.
I yearn to be charmed;
she steals all the blessings.
Pricks me with a needle,
drawing blood from a peephole.
With one thread, spellbinding,
beads dance, emphasizing.
I underline a reminder,
joined at the waist, we mingle.
Crash into me like a stormy shore,
dampening my every pore.
Meet me inside a darkened cave,
your fingers are hungry.
Piercing, I sew us together;
classical dances align us.
Like a string coming loose,
we are forever unraveling.
“Pricks me with a needle,”
— Stormy.
Even in deep space, your love holds me down, Your embrace has weight, and keeps me coming, back…
When I rage, I rumble, cave, and crumble, slip and stumble, bleak, I bumble,…
You came along when skies were dark, just like a song, you left your mark. Upon my heart, I felt a…
my love is just another crutch; a whole circus, tainted by trust. oh wizard me, enchanted thee;…