Black hole love

Shoot me like a slingshot
and rocket me into space.
This black hole love
could write a song for me
about broken lullabies
and squeaky beds, about dust stained floors
and letters painted red.
Touch me too gently, rock me to sleep.
Tackle these demons, I’m feeling so weak.
Too soon, too late,
you come, I go,
left wandering through softness,
left willfully letting go.
Swing lo
in your chariot,
spaceships coming to take you away.
I won’t be waiting on the side of the moon
for your alien lust
for your downtown blues.
So shoot me like a slingshot,
for there’s no grace in this black hole space.

 

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