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