between us and her just a little space we can feel it all our bodies and yours we can hear your heart beatin' through us nothin' but star dust paint on a brush our universe make a mold of your hand on ours little love can go real far.
Tag: History
crossing the milky way; tickets sold out
paid twice the fee parked in the front lights beaming in the night front row: stars feral and hungry frothing at tasty planets like a buffet lined up, ladle like soup never enough always back for more take a tour have a map- tour of war a petting zoo of history
Saint's Muse 