𝐔𝚴𝐃𝚬𝐑 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐊𝚰𝚴

𝐔𝚴𝐒𝐏𝚶𝐊𝚬𝚴 𝐃𝚬𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐓𝚰𝚶𝚴

Her body was holy
a temple with lights turned off.
When she moved
hips swinging and hair drifting
something made me want to stay.
The devastation and the unspoken destruction in her mind were the greatest catastrophes my eyes had ever laid eyes on and the darkness in her mind was my muse.
I would astral travel to have you in my hands and it would often feel intrusive to shift time and place you in between my arms.
I built another house attached to mine where we could consume time together,
I build a house for us in my thoughts
I yearn more space in my mind
enough for you to visit.

I talked about you.
Thought universes.
what else would you like me to do?
What else can I do to feel the universe in your eyes while they hold me and to have your fingers trace constellations around my body?

@hvnyboo | @evaish_