We’re all just stardust, boy, delicate as a new dawn, waiting for daylight to find us and make us glow.
But our skin’s too thick, boy, too thick to let the light through, and there’s a restless tragedy lurking below our hearts.
Your blood tastes like th
(more)e ocean, your breath like ozone (sometimes I think you’re an angel fallen to earth). I tasted you and knew you, and you poured yourself into me, until I thought that maybe, just maybe, we could light each other.
You catch glimpses of yourself through someone else’s eyes, and are surprised by what you see.
We’re all just stardust, boy, held together by the barest connections between atoms.
Maybe it’s that our skin’s too thin, boy, too thin to contain the force that pulses with in us, and there’s galaxies swirling under our tongues.
Your hair smells like smoke, your skin like wet soil (sometimes I pretend you’re an earth spirit). I drank you in and wondered at our disparity, until I thought that maybe, just maybe, our differences could set us alight.
What you’ve seen of yourself through my eyes changes your own sight.
We’re all just stardust, boy, stardust and sawdust and ashes.(less)
