Infatuation Under a Black Light
That night was like a splatter paint portrait.
Hours were lost upon us in shades of
Pink and purple and orange and you and me.
We saw the world through merry-go-round eyes.
I fell victim to the blue that was suffocating us,
Rolling across the 3AM dew-soaked green with you.
What makes our hearts beat?
Don’t rush me; don’t weave me.
I am the placebo you accidentally swallowed.
I am the visions of cosmic yellow that you see
While I stare into your starry whites.
In a single moment,
I’ve breathed in Saturn’s rings,
And the flavor of your constellations lingers on my taste buds.
I explode into a million stars as our night fades to black.
We own this sky.
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