photons

The stars tonight,

connected dots to outline,

the curvature of lights descent (down her limbs).

The Delicate softness I drifted upon.

Blue blood was a mystery until those marks were made. The shoulders of proof, it wasnt a dream.

And the statues were just crewed attempts of elegance,

in this regard.

the showers of earth bound flame illusions,

reality shrieked in waves of vibrations,

all light tilting inward.

these forms,

only the oceans mist could explain,

the wind danced upon her hands.

And I whispered.

Girl, I ache for your photons,

flowing through me.

I want to breath you in,

sleep in your warmth.

Count how many times you breath.

the experiments of the physics,

I'll record the data.

we'll just drift.