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
