the future's never on time

the reflection of your circuitry on my open palm
paints silver shadows on the dusky sky
you taste like breaking glass (and motor oil)
somewhere, I imagine a planet darkens
a star gone supernova, twin suns orbiting no more
we walk the thin line between a setting sun
and an off-course comet of circumstance
you tap my shoulder, tap your bronzed wrist,
as the midnight sun's caught up in drowsy speech
we run, screws loose (lost), before it can notice
to catch a moonrise that's never seemed quite so loud

maybe just this once, we won't be late.

(you left me deaf and dumb as
the gleaming stars, i tell you in a black hole's whisper.)

(you smirk. we're meteoric, lovestruck, and you
already knew.)

Reviews

[Laura Lynn]

wow, this is really awesome, I envy this stunning elegance and grace, and long to capture such images, for my own sake alone and reverently revering, in reverie! How unromantic am I and how romantic is this scene, a 'lazy meteor'...that a meteor could be so, poor flying rock

[Chadvonswan]

Now I know what this reminds me of.
This reminded me of something that I would try to write haha
I really liked this. I'm terrible at writing reviews on here,
But I enjoyed the cerebral entropy it conveyed to my medulla oblongata

[Calliope]

There it is, the secret familiarity. You've figured it, and me, out. (Sorry if you were expecting anything really earth-shattering, haha.)
I'm really happy you liked this and took the time to review it. Not to mention giving me a brand-new phrase to google, yippee. (en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Medulla_oblongata)
Thank you again. You're really not so terrible at writing reviews, you know.