To Mr. Starry Eyes

Did you know I missed you?
Missed not missing you. I love you're non-addictive gorgeousness.
As the flames rise higher, your stars come out
Out in the blue-black ocean of insomnia and poems
Screaming of a thousand fans in an out-dated stadium
Laughter bordering to hysteria
Love, love, love
Sex, sex, sex

tender, moist skin that reflects my own skin's frailty
Does your heart reflect mine or embrace it?