Born of the Stars

The stars crashed out of the sky
and broke to tiny sharp bits
exploding in a thousand colorful directions

you can’t hold this
you can’t fix it
falling deep into
my own destruction
in the pitch night sky

the silent hand on the throat
keeps me from spilling my words
into the dark blue of forgetting
i want to feel your hands on me
for the first time – taste your lips
feel more than vacant in your eyes

i am guise and dazzling
i am lust and sex
simple and sinful
born of the stars
exploding in a thousand colorful directions

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.