Diving into shit, coming out clean.

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your skin shines like there’s light beneath it. as we stare at the city, so far below us.

This rooftop is freezing.

But I feel infinite! I feel incandescent!

As gold drips off you and into my hands I know that this moment is its own universe. or constellation.  Continuing while we forget, and move on to live the next.

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our eyes memory. quiet lightning crashing in his.  they seem hopeful. and content with this moment, but. 

it passes like everything does.  Its freezing.

Above our heads, sky celebrates.  The stars are drunk and dancing again making this night drip down the back of my throat.  Softly, we listen.  As new moments collect and let go. like the pull of the moon that holds us to(ge) the (r)                  Earth.