SHOOTING STARS
I see stars erupting, boy
When I look and watch your lips quake.
Hoping your heart to soar, in mystic configurations
When your flesh is hot upon me.
I see moons floating
Combustion ignites our souls
Fusing them into one entity
We float together
Erotic astronauts
Naked to the human eye.
Boy, you defy my sense of balance
You defy gravity
Send me reeling with no reason
Into the unfolding of the seasons
And all their revelations that somehow always sing your name
Who would blame ua
If we mounted shooting stars
And rode them past imagination
-Bruce Potts
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