deep space.

i imagine
that there are galaxies in the folds of his skin
that crinkle around his lips as he gives the crooked smile
and hides the words of celestial spaces within.
with tangles and messy hair that is
composed
of threads of time cut short and paradoxes
of emeraldblue nebulas in place of eyes.

infinity
is too short of a word
to explain what we are in eight letters that strewn
together
have no real meaning but of the void
and of the void above

i imagine a place
where people do not judge on
two pale eyes, dirty hair, or a face
but on the curves of wrists that make up
a person.
a place with rocket ship people
with intercosmic wishes and galaxies
in the folds of their skin.