Let's run away to where the shooting stars fall and meet them when they land

Let’s go. Up north.
That’s what the astronomers report
–A forecast of stars
on their way to distant places,
in the skies, making their marks.

Oh darling,
Let’s make our mark,
Let’s not worry too much about the dark
’cause when we arrive
that fire – their light,
Will burn in us and make us alive.

Skydiving into the sun, once and
once only
Tandem skydiving, of course
Think of it as a suicide pact for modernists
I'll pretend I'm the one who's scared

A quickly evaporating bottle of water
A piece of the earth from an empty lot folded in a coffee filter
A parachute to trust like a handbrake for the sky
You at my back, again, always

I want to kiss the sweat off your skinny throat
I can't say I'm only smiling because I'm losing my face
You're my only reason to believe in the sun anymore
Though it's starting to hurt, gradually, as we
approach
Closing your eyes makes it worse honey

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