Literature
Your Name
I would like to hold all of the moon in my hand and more I would like to rest the entire world in my hand and in my arms you; The weight I can feel on my chest is unlike any gravity any body in the Universe could produce. In the throes of a dying star pulsating its light across the entirety of space time and in that moment lands perfectly into your eyes, could you come up with human words to describe a million Sun masses, a billion light years away, not fading; eviscerating in a cold expanse. Like the cosmic body beneath me planting me against the ground like a seed with its entirety, every time I take a step I steal from it a small part, and take it with me until I step again. I would like to lift you off your feet, in my arms; against the gravity of the entire planet beneath you, with all I have steal you from the world. Like the moon tries to steal the oceans every day— and succeed. On the moon there is a tide too, it exists in the very body itself. Under the immense pull