moments (counted in infinity) make our growth
.
there is gold painting your shattered veins
because even in the darkest of nights stars still linger
expanding in your bloodstream
filling you to the brim
with light so fragile, so tender
mmm... until it slowly ( yes, so slowly ) till it reaches the sides
of your contrasting soul
it’s in your cells, child
inhale it
( you know you’re home )
swallow those stars, threat them in rhythm
devour it like a low humming ( it melts, it’s sticky )
so warm, that it drips in sunsets
it reaches your skin . bronze freckles counted in your heartbeats
silver in moonlit longings
and gold orbs on the edge of the sun
how can you resist it ( feel the calm ) baby, embrace it
a long forgotten memory
of warm skin tasting of light and honey
blooming in your mind
.