i taste bonfire
on your breath,
or is it the air?
dizzy,
confused
i’m intoxicated
by your proximity
and the warmth
of these fireflies
brushing against
our skin.
(Source: thedustdancestoo)
rain.
if i fall with you,
will i find peace
in a collision?
or sleep,
in the depths
of a puddle?
(Source: thedustdancestoo)
now we’re setting fire to everything—
the moon, the stars, the styrofoam
planets we hung from the livingroom
ceiling —sucking the last breath of
space into our lungs; the universe
we created and once held, timidly,
in our tiny hands.
(Source: thedustdancestoo)
the weightless
sensation
of an empty hand
at night,
a blur
of tiny stars and
streetlights
slipping through
fingers.
(Source: thedustdancestoo)
a poetry reading by:
the dust dances too
i’m intoxicated by the way you drink
up the sun, with your lips, and tongue
and open palms,
the warm air fills up our lungs
and i long so much
to touch all of the places
that light drips from your skin.
(Source: thedustdancestoo)
