The ocean of the stars are no more than the many freckles on the edge of his cheeks, washing over the bridge of his nose, blending into his skin sunk..
All he asks is for her to come water his lungs so the branches of his veins grow leave greens, where the oxygen breeze can feel its way home again. H..
"A headache." Said He. His head warned the moon that a supernova was expected to appear very soon. And as he closed his eyes, in the wake of midnight..