Melting Stars

For lovers of clichés, or just lovers.

 

A shooting star falls in my chest

And sets me on fire

Bright white energy flowing into my bloodstream

as it melts inside of me, into me, becoming me.

Rise a few inches, grow a few feet

More alert, more awake, more alive.

Electric touch makes the flame flare up,

A sharp intake of breath and I want to surrender,

and collapse into you.

 

But footsteps fade and my heart slows down

The melted star seeps out of my blood

And drips away through the fibre of my skin,

Leaving me back on the ground.

 

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