cred.
un village
joanne. 20. she/her.
on hiatus
🍳
Where I came from, folks say
the sun punched holes in itself
so darkness had a place to live
& that is what we call the rest
of the sky.
I never understood that urge
to split oneself open like apple,
unfold skin into a bottomless pool
to be swum through–
but your sweet hands
firecrackling this damp night,
dip them where my body is river
ready for your entering–
I am sky for you,
come inside me
“Interstellar Love Song”, Natalie Wee (via facinaoris)
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