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Pass me the planets spinning on your tongue.

By Teyana JacksonPublished 7 years ago 1 min read
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I have seen

galaxies

burst

into existence,

burning towers of stars

crashing

through dirt-floor blackness

and up

into the arms

of a purple sky,

exultant.

And I

have seen them

just as swiftly wither

and die,

nebulous rings

of moonshine glory

crumbling,

limp like ribbons

dropped

from absent fingertips,

to shatter in quick-silver

bits,

each their own

broken-glass

multiverse,

limitless.

All this,

swirling,

in the widening maw

of your pupils,

black nets cast

to steal my breath

and suck me soulless

into the depths

of you,

hungry

for the touch

of your mind's

creation,

the brush

of the universe

hiding

in the line

between your lips.

Pass me the planets

spinning

on your tongue,

and I will melt them

in the blue fire

heat

of my own

sun.

nature poetry
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About the Creator

Teyana Jackson

An aspiring writer and poet currently living on the East Coast. More work can be found on allpoetry.com, thebluenib.com, and in the poetry anthologies "Circular Whispers" and "Seasonal Perspective"

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