By ZoE
Date: 4 November 1999

Bright eyed

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

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