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Stokkseyri
Sæglópur
Aphrodite, descend from your sun-drenched heaven and grant me access to his hidden heart. There are so many spaces there, so many blue rooms that I have yet to visit. I want to hold on to these spaces, a balloon tied to my wrist, and never let him float away again. When he is with me, he is tangible. When I hold his heart safe between my own ribs, he is always with me.
Tonight, the stars are expanding. My small moon is calling to the wind, it is rising up to meet the sky, my pupils dilate in time with the ocean. The individual hairs on my arms are on end in the cool breeze - they are missing his radiating heat. He's so far away, now, that I have to break him apart and hide him away. I store him in little secret places to discover again, like a squirrel in Autumn, so that just as I begin to forget, I can find him again.
There is a boy somewhere across this blue planet who has my heart, raw and thudding, clenched in two possessive fists. He will not let go. I keep a part of him behind my ear, to save his voice. I keep a part of him behind my eyes, so I might see him in a dream. I keep a part of him in my hand, to hold, when the world goes still.
Grey boy you are scattered through my life like crumbs. Oh help me follow my trail back to you! I will never run away from home again. Turn pink with me at the end of the day, and hold my hand as the horizon vanishes before our shining eyes.
When the mosquitoes come out, I will lead you soft inside. One foot at a time.
Tonight, the stars are expanding. My small moon is calling to the wind, it is rising up to meet the sky, my pupils dilate in time with the ocean. The individual hairs on my arms are on end in the cool breeze - they are missing his radiating heat. He's so far away, now, that I have to break him apart and hide him away. I store him in little secret places to discover again, like a squirrel in Autumn, so that just as I begin to forget, I can find him again.
There is a boy somewhere across this blue planet who has my heart, raw and thudding, clenched in two possessive fists. He will not let go. I keep a part of him behind my ear, to save his voice. I keep a part of him behind my eyes, so I might see him in a dream. I keep a part of him in my hand, to hold, when the world goes still.
Grey boy you are scattered through my life like crumbs. Oh help me follow my trail back to you! I will never run away from home again. Turn pink with me at the end of the day, and hold my hand as the horizon vanishes before our shining eyes.
When the mosquitoes come out, I will lead you soft inside. One foot at a time.