love the girl whose thighs love stars

some nights she feeds your sighs

some nights she brings you mars

and on her brow drop shredded things

and silver dust through keyhole wings

she is the rain-filled girl

with planets in her eyes

they match the southern cross

they torment her with goodbyes

she gathers them in orbs that wreathe to bloom the truth

and through your veins they thread

they re-invent your youth

and on her brow drop shredded things

and silver dust through keyhole wings

she is the girl with tongue of cloud

that takes you high removes your shroud 

and she passes silver linings

that she no longer needs

there is so much more of you

on which she yearns to feed

and on her brow drop shredded things

and silver dust through keyhole wings

her thighs love stars

her eyes cry suns

that burn the sea by day

while planets weep she hungers deeply

for you to swim her milky way

and on her brow drop shredded things

and silver dust fills keyhole wings

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