Title: Lightyears

By: Ophelia's Fever

Codes: No Sex (sorry! lol)

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Lghtyears

No stuffie can erase,
The comfort you provide.


No pacie can fill,
This mouth that you invade.


No cartoon, no dream dancer, no musical interlude,
Can create the passion you evoke.


I hunger for you and you fill me,
Wave after wave,
An ocean depth's worth of impacting.


I choke on the offering,
Made small by the making,
My limits made limited,
By all your trespasses.


You cross all boundaries,
Make for me all countries,
This is here and that is there,
But you take me across.


I jump between the quantum,
Waves be it. Particles be it.
You consciousness makes it,
Command me and I bend.


Like light, like aether, like scuplter's clay,
Your hands force willing.
What was once shooting across lightyears,
So alone until,
The blackhole of you.


And I curve, unwilling.
All the gods and all the laws they make it,
I am crushed by you,
I am limited by you,
I am made by you,
I am dense: freckled, fractured branes by you.


What is pore, what is bone,
What is ocean, what is stone,
What is owned what is own,
What is malleable what is done.


My limits supplied by you,
My reason made by lines,
The limits define,
And I am defined by you.


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