The Scarlett Locket

I wish I could say 

it was a bad case of retrograde

When you look to the stars,

Do you look for safety? 

The velvet blanket of navy 

ships your sparkling diamonds

to sleep 

Rocks you like a restless baby

gently over the treachery of the sea

It’s a hushed sedate me.

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Each season offers you a note of pleasure 

tucked behind the petals 

of night blooming jasmine.

Sent just for you,

Xoxo, the moon

But what’s time if you can’t discover 

the measurement of your growth?

You take the flowers, 

pluck them one by one.

The planets, 

they call you into question

Now swear it me, under oath-

Did you give your flesh 

The grace it gives your bones? 

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Your soul-

A constellation that rages for alignment.

It seeks a piece of exploration,

gift shop trinkets from the space age 

hanging around in the orbit 

of your memory. 

Remember, you can see the past,

You don’t have to go back

The lips of Saturn recite

‘the magic lies in the finer things,

in the love your lips sing 

when you’re running late.

What else are you gonna do on the train? 

The wish wash of supposed rain 

is more than seasonal fate.

Mars baby,

put out your fire,

it’s only Retrograde.