Art by Anonymous

Zero gravity

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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