Your love is like gazing on a lilac horizon,
when your life has been locked in darkness.
You’re that first breath of air,
when I come up from sinking.
When my blood runs cold,
you warm me with your luminosity.
I’ll love you for a thousand eternities,
until I’ve gone back to stardust.
And then I’ll wander constellations and galaxies,
nebulas and the Milky Way.
I’ll find your star and orbit you
for a thousand more eternities.
I am an autistic writer and if you enjoy this poem, you can find more in my first volume of poetry available on Amazon, Inside Outside: Words from An Autistic Mind
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Josey Pickering
Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
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"You’re that first breath of air," Wonderful.