The Universe Never Lies

I will steal your books. Drink your lips and run away with the fire in your eyes. So much will splinter and be born again into a thousand tiny suns when two pictures break glass frames. Touch hands and what else. Ashes and water and blindness and reaching out. Everything is sudden and violent. Little footsteps are thrown away at the wind. Like caution. It will bring them back one day. We walk hand in hand. Through walls of brick and glass and time and bad internet and spaces of lost time. We will keep walking until the walls are real to touch and oblivion burns holes into the hands. Fear is a treacherous thing but. It will shuffle it's dirty arrows and cards of fortune into my shirt and maybe yours. Maybe. And then again hands will touch along walls of brick and glass and time and bad internet and spaces of lost time. Alone.Maybe....These shudders are yours to conceal and mine to show.Somewhere when we have lived for them. Or i have danced like a moon-swan. And you have seen too much of a hungry world. What else can i hide in these eyes? They are black-holes of dying stars and supernova smiles. Everything does end in it's beginning and begin with it's end.So will I. So will you.The universe never lies.