Monday, March 7, 2011

We painted galaxies

on the inside of where

our souls reside.

The walls dripped

with stars

and fell onto our hands.

We touched each other’s skin

until we both became cosmic

in the off-light through the window.

We made love and created flowers

from the union.

They grew around our bodies

while we huddled together

as if trying to lose

where you end
and I begin.

Our legs tangled

and our fingers intertwined.

Your lips pressed to mine.