Beauty

i have these bones like flowers- fragile and finely plucked, these lily stargazers are kissing ocean beds, making love to sirens while yearning for a taste of her wander(lust). i want to tape maps to my limbs- throw caution to the wind as i gather up every love letter receipt, from every false attempt i ever wrote her & forget for just a moment that even still light-years away, she does not love me.