Sunday, December 20, 2015

impromptu prompts: star stitched eyes

I’ve never wanted you
to look at me like I’m
the sun,
because at our smallest components
we are indistinguishable 
from stardust.

But names and
the light stitch your
eyes blind, 
to forget that we’re more than 
just lonely beings
floating in the dark.

Those sparks between us
aren’t starts
of fires,
just the shared electricity in 
our empty atomic space
that keeps us from breaking into near nothing.

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