Past Intentions

you -

my lullaby, my midnight sky,

I carelessly collapse into your caress

your arms are the boat that sails me

away from here

across the indigo stars

forever is never far.

I -

draw a new tattoo across my ribs

a burn, a symbol, a wound

remembering that you are my music

but every song has a sweet chord

that fades into the abyss

of past intentions.

The End

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