I dreamed we kissed
and creation unwound,
the primal fabric of this universe
ripped at the seams
for it could not hold us.when our lips met
panthalassa quivered, heaved,
dragging the continent apart
in fragments of broken glass.your breath in the hollow of my neck
was holy.seven days
we lay in stardust,and we saw that it was good.
let there be light - a.j. (via achillics)
