when your hands interlock with mine.
I am floating in this unspoken tension
high octane as we leave the stratosphere.
I forget to remind myself, we don’t exist beyond the parametres of this moment
We will never again kiss
for it’d be the last thing we’d do
before we’d choke to death on dark matter and stardust.
But I can’t tear myself away, I’m transfixed by those lips
energised by your touch and swept up in this pretence.
We circle the moon and maroon ourselves on Mars
and as I try to patch the holes in our spacesuits
you loosen your grip and let me go.
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