Crystal Paths the Size of Lashes

Silly giggles and bubbled-up laughs
gleeful eyes and batting lashes.

Wriggling stars so hard,
intersecting voids from afar,
reflecting a river of diamonds
on the infinite path
through her looking glasses,
smattering heart-shaped thoughts
along my battered past
a rain of sparkling kisses
splattering against my mast in masses
like gushing cannons,
ropes and hooks,
she boards me, with knowing looks.

A sick nerd, she's read all my hidden books,
deciphered every wish I've never said aloud,
heard all my proud excuses,
studied her way loose of all my tricky nooses,
memorized and picked her favorite lines,
her words, once mine,
rip apart my chest
rung by rung
and lick my slipping heart
with a tongue, dripping
in forbidden spells,
the smells of honey,
the sounds of bells.

No more running.

We become one, under those
round obsidian crystals
that are her cunning black suns.

Perfect circles, four plates of jet.

And yet,
around and around,
our journey's only just begun, again.