Stack Stars Until They're Magic

Experience flesh. Let me find you. Approach the city. Pursue your visions. Stand speechless while I watch your eyes travel until I'm sick-- Starve me. I want a hunger that rivals the sun in anger. I want a city. Say a word. Watch me let it in slowly-- Starve Me. Stack stars until they're magic and leaning. Use them to cross over. Send me stills of a heart unguarded like the mad sense of a hatter the flesh is an Experience. Deceive me with elegance, annihilation, and eyes that rob me of Love. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/nakedpoetry/support