She Was Baptized In Stardust

Once I woke up to a cigarette in my left hand and your fingers in my right on a grassy hill where the nearest town was out of site.

We were on the edge of some ancient ocean embracing the return of the rising sun, witnessing our birth, baptized in stardust.

When I lie with you I’ll drag you down to the depths of inconceivable capability, I can whisper half-mad sins of dizzying youth in your ear with deft aplomb if you want them.

I can make you fall for a girl who in turn one day fell out of a clear sunny sky, bereft of parents, bereft of reason and moral, who sought to make dangerous and wild everything she touched.

She never thought of wrong as wrong and these thoughts became a reality that essentially allowed her to betray absolutely everything.

Her faux fox heart wept at its own madness in this department. She bubbled like the champagne she drank and apologized for her endearing faults.

In a town without shooting stars she was young but in her own way made decay the rule of her temporarily ruling thumb.

Love was the hardest drug she ever took; she was one day destined to crash for the one who could convey the beauty of living with a single look.

You’re the only person she ever loved enough and the only possibility she couldn’t reconcile with anyone.
In the beginning she was disgusted by people who thought poets were fixable; she reckoned she was only built to be relatable and then disposable

Until she met that strange mortal god who taught her that individuals were illimitable even in nonentity, made of more than the sum of their expiring parts.

You filled her with a fear she promised never to feel again

Because it was life that scared her, not death