fly me to the moon;

lessons-in-morbidity:

Is it not strange, as it seems
we have only met in dream
that you, yourself can make my heart scream
in such a way, the stars unhinge and melt
as the impact of dying planets can be felt
under the weight of our breaths.
if only I could fold the horizon
and summon in your eyes, the sun
perhaps your lips can remind my skin
how it was to feel again.