Star

Skin to skin

When we sleep

your soul stays

awake with

mine

Revolving

about eachother

Our times and spaces

know the other

as love's constant

Star.

Beating, pulsing,

could only be God-given, Star

Seahorse dragons

Seahouse dragons
in my sleep

They speak of a
world of no
divides
where poppies and
Soap coexist

I'm clean yet wild
If that's something
one could
ever be

My songs don't know
my mind
They came from a
place that
transcend

If a vessel is
all I need be

What use does
being poppies or
Seahorses

ever be?