Walking home from fucking you,
Stars fall from the evening sky,
Each step is marked by light,
As my feet move from fallen star to fallen star,
The golden stars lying brilliant on the sidewalk,
They cushion my sadness at leaving you,
As moonshine and starshine surround my floating limbs,
Our after-fuck deepens the night,
And I am home, until I find you again.

About Avery Cassell

Avery Cassell is a queer butch San Francisco writer, poet, cartoonist, and artist who grew up in Iran.
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