Almost home and I look to check the sky
It’s then that I notice that I
Am trying to look up there for you
As if you’re made up of a few
Hundred million balls of gas
That over time have come to pass
A judgement that which we won’t know
But still find dancing in this show.
So are these stars inventors
The things that did invent us?
Are we born of cosmic dust
This carbon ne’er to rust?
I’ll want you to want me as I want you
As you wanting me the way I want you to
Is just the way you want me wanting you
It’s waxing, waning, wanton, true.
I’d look deep into your eyes
Enjoy the lust they symbolise
As your eyes look deep into mine
And I am drunk but not on wine.
Such a sparkly fuzz, a moan out loud
Like shiny stars behind a cloud
That invented you and invented me
And have me craving this intimacy.
© Kris Blackburn 09/09/2015