Monday, December 16, 2013


I oh ohh Ohhh
Oh. The void. The blackest night.
The darkest wife.
She is,

The stars, they sit upon each hip.
The stars, they beg to be sipped.
The stars, they want their worlds flipped.

I oh ohh Ohhh
A left eye blink and all one can think
Is when those lids will open again.
When they might regain their sight
And gaze once more into her light...
In this space exists their flight.

I oh ohh Ohhh
Secrets stored within her smirk
And booming, golden laughter lurks
Just around the corner.
"Will you come play with me?" She asks.

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