StarsI remember stars dancingon the tip of my tongueSparkling starscrossing my tonguewith light yet flickeringdancing footstepsA rosebud caressinganother rosebudKissing and kissinguntil our lips were as one;a single rosebudthe colour of flushed cheeksThe scent of roselingering in the airour fingers intertwinedThe maps of our palmssmudging togetherfluid ink travelling down our wriststhen all over the bare of our universeAs one we were
UntitledThe station of your heartis cold and rainy on infinite midnightand I think I missed the last train(I always do)