Sta.sh
the logistics of love
by *Zaratopshere's where i begin, begin
trail your lips across my skin,
your mouth's making tiny movements that
interpret too many thoughts. you're
quietly calculating the logistics of love and of
unspoken things that might have happened between us.
once we were done, finished with love, we shot
lustful bullets at the stars
making it rain space dust down on us
[heaven was not so very far].
we had a plan to get away and rediscover the world,
split that road right in half, lacing fingers between us.
letting the wind whip our faces, always all windows down.
we would laugh at the sting and throw our hands in the air,
watch as the lights of town grow far and farther,
just orbs floating on the horizon-
dusk's smiling eyes.
oh, remember how you'd hold me and i'd
clutch your shirt,
we would be standing at the train station ready to go
anywhere, anyhow.
we're such wild, wild things: monsters of flight and love.
it's alright to hold tight, but don't try to hold on.
you see, the world turns so fast it's astoundingly still,
and the sun and moon and planets are
swirling of their free will.
we made a Kodak moment, you and me, on that old violet hill.
me and you, and those planets, we're spinning and
going and gone. we came
such a long way and we know what we deserve-
free advance through the gates to the
hotel de heaven on earth.
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there's nowhere else i could be but here in your arms
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“We can spend our lives letting the world tell us who we are. Or we can decide for ourselves.”
— Chuck Palahniuk
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If love is not madness.It is not love.
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Member of #Feature-Me-Weekly
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If love is not madness.It is not love.
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Member of #Feature-Me-Weekly
clutch your shirt,
beautiful