Someday time will stop
Abruptly at that,
And he’ll come for me
The boy with stars on his face
He lives in my mind, and I find him alive in my dreams
My dreams where his makeup is off, his skin is tan, and stars are scattered every which way, dotted along his face
Boys like that mustn’t be real and if I see one, he must be a hologram,
Because I am an atheist
And boys like that are heaven sent
a symphony of saxophone and jazzy drums plays
for a crowd of men in wide collared shirts and women in boxy dresses
in their hands are drinks
martinis and manhattans
with glistening ice cubes inside their glasses
we're so close.
I am wrapped in the touch of another
suspended in a state of contentment
and soft safety.
the lights in my room are warm
and in the mirror
where the soft grass meets the sea
is where you'll find her
for eternity now.
young and alive in vivid shades
of every color
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