We kissed to the sound of heaven last night,
the simple guitars flowing over our tongues
and through your teeth into mine,
and I knew I could kiss you forever.
This morning I found your collection of girls
that I always knew existed,
faceless, clothesless,
do they mean more to you than me?
I know they don't,
they weren't there last night
but perhaps their ghosts
were following my footsteps,
whispering,
taunting,
"You'll never be as beautiful as us.
You'll never be as perfect as us."
And they were right,
they were images,
idols,
Venuses.
But will you settle for me,
a meteor in random orbit?
Everything is creeping in.