Our Date Last Night

Your curvaceous nebula Fills my butterfly with mellifluous Tequila until I am kickassed— A silver gargantuan homecoming


The Galaxy Nightclub

He traced my name into my chest after he heard it, the e blazing across my ribs like a comet. On the dance floor, he grabbed my hips and kissed me. "What's that for?" I asked. "For the stars in your eyes."