fragment…

Let me ride in the whorls and eddies

Of your lunar hair, 

As it streams across the sky.

Let me implode my sea of eyes —

That only ours remains. 

Let me spiral a paradox 

In which all my mysteries are strung,

And nothing is ever lost.

Let me make myself inseparable

From your orbit, 

And its infinitesimal decay.

(C) Tobeimean Peter 2011

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