showering drunken kisses

upon her wet


the night burns

with fire and wine

she says she’s ugly

that somehow

she’s not good enough

but i can’t keep

my hands off her


and wild

there’s nothing more i want

than to take her

in my arms

and make us one

surrounded by neon ghosts

i don’t care about

what’s out there

it’s what’s inside that matters

the madness

and beauty

of two stars colliding

for stars are what we are


in the darkness




6 replies »

  1. Lovely poem! I completely relate to the woman who never feels beautiful, worthy, etc. regardless of how many times my husband says otherwise. You are a great writer. 🙂

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