I missed the trick in your sci fi eyes.
The tell. The give away smile. I missed the
lie. The uncertain way you wear your skin,
like it barely fits, merely a costume worn
to mask something else within. I missed
the way you spoke in strange tongue
Leaving a weird taste in my mouth,
that I wanted to always consume.
I missed the sound when you sang.
The unbound atoms that would
wind into a storm at
the edges of everything.
They say men are from Mars
women from Venus,
but your passport
would be even more
mysterious, plotting a course
across the stars.
Somewhere beyond
human comprehension,
somewhere beautiful,
where flowers grow
only in rainbow meadows
and the waterfalls
are diamond light
in the gorgeous purple
moonlight. The scenes.
The setting suns. The sights.
The delights embossed
into your being. And I
wish to touch the
stars with your
pulsar heart beating
with mine, two
comets in a strange
dance through
space and time.
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