there is something holy
in the lines by 
your eyes. 
heaven exists in between
your front teeth and the way
your lips become
mine. 
there is no room for
perfection
while the sun still shines
and the moon glows–  
we remain within  
light; 
the devil does
not exist here.

heavenly details // a.s.m

i want
my fingers to tell
the story of how the
freckles on your collarbones
burst into stars under
my lips. you are an
entire galaxy beneath me
and i have
fallen hopelessly into you.
i am not quite sure
i could find my way
out if i wanted to.

i’ve fallen into a galaxy // a.s.m