gravity-and-space

you stripped your sweater to show me your freckles, and oh how i'd love to peel them off, because you're no swan, lovely-- not with those small brown accidents kissing your every inch of sympathetic skin when they should be kissing every inch of mine. the stars formed a coalition to sign a petition to ban you from the sky, but i thoroughly object; what else could i wish on? when you're alone, you'll always lust for the bedroom door to lock you in forevermore, to lock me out forevermore; that way you're safe to be the sweet nothing that you see-- the ghostling in the mirror. you're still just one of those dirty little