By ZoE Date: 4 November 1999
In a dark dance you brush past me undercovers and I bend to fit your curving body as you sleep and I pretend to so I can listen to you breathe all the moons in Jupiter are yours dancing quite insane through my veins you can be mine chapped lips I let you kiss them as unappealing as they are These things we've etched into the stars all of them are ours