sun and moon yuri, because i was bored
The term star crossed lovers has never been more vindicated. My rays will shine brighter to overlap the dimming of the clouds. Your touch exists if not only in my dreams. Something destined for you to plague, the phantasm you are.
Should the planet you serve feel me, it will come from the bursting of my heart. The tides you calm, luckier than ever to reflect your beauty, cannot detox my twisted adorations. For I exist longer in the skies to catch your fingertips, afraid to entwine. Afraid of the burn that occurs when the thresholds are toed
I must apologize for scorching your habitants, though your breeze’s bandaging freezes my heart a million times over. My intentions to hurt only for you to use your healer’s touch. Within the same galaxy, my mouth gapes with admiration
When you are prepared, swing around for a visit. You orbit my figure in the same way you orbit my fantasies. I catch the wink of an eye existing on your face. My conscience withholding me from giving in to our dance
Your curve and blemishes are the source of my obsessions. So dazzling in nature you should take my place. So long as I can afford the chance. My currency is your platform and spotlight
Powerful beings center their practices around you. While the Milky Way points to me as its core. As two important figures sharing a similar space. I have yearned enough to admit that you matter much more.