I'm ripping the cosmos out of my chest
With those teeth, pearly white
Like the stars in the void of night.
Every unholy feeling laps at my feet,
These shores smell like heartbreak
And panic. I spare a moment
To look back at you, the wind
Catching a strand of your hair
And it reminds me of the fates
And their infinite spools of story.
I can't read you like a book.
I would like to. I want to crawl
Inside you and know what is going on
And see what might happen. I want
To know you inside and out.
My lapses in judgement - how unsafe
And pitiful. The stars drain out
Of the wound I committed against
Myself, and a spray of aurora dapples
Your pale cheeks. How colourful you are.
My teeth hurt, my chest hurts, but
Dear Goddess, not more than the
Feeling of seeing you, refused access
I long to be privvy to your little secrets
I wish to see your hidden places
The last of the universe trickles down my
Palid flesh. You may depart, my queen.