A N D R O M E D A

I mind my own business
I may look but I don't touch
I may see into your eyes
Wherever they might be

I show loyalty to you
A singularity of two
Seen on cosmopolitan scales
Whatever they might see

Symbols, drawings of the stars
The lines connect, their sadness sparce
To what degree does their pity
Affect us, if it even does?

The fever and the burying
Of elder bodies we've been in
Oh, I don't want to feel this anymore

I will believe you

Do my tirades make you feel?
If for me, and if for them?
Perhaps victimhood has been
My introspective activity

A look ahead may warm me up
But the pleasure in the moment
This abnegation will provide
A needle filled with adrenaline

Fields and paintings of the stars
The lines connect, their anger sparce
There's a degree where their pity
Leaves us to the gods

Andromeda, our time has come
Hold my hand, it's Fraught with love
Oh, I can feel it everywhere

Us denying tomorrow
Of a form or vision will let us
Ride on, fly forth

My two eyes closed, my breath diaphanous
Your hand chained to mine in red strings
It hurts, I love that it hurts

Ahh, andromeda
Ahh, euphoria
Ooh, ooh

Let the stars decide
Ohh