the greeks didn't know about my virgo

i wish i could breathe galaxies:

feel stars on my tongue,

pepper the wine-stained lips

trapped on mine. 

 

with constellations swirling in my lungs:

find a serenity within pop-rock music,

smoke slow words and passion,

be the sun on sunflowers.

 

shoot comets into my veins:

don’t breathe your

calvin klein cologne,

listen to fleetwood mac on 

70s on 7 

without wanting you to 

hold me,

reach towards the sun,

open my palm and 

wish for no clouds.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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