moon dust in your lungs
stars in your eyes
you are a child of the cosmos
and ruler of the skies
for em (via trenzalours)
You are a shadow, wreathed in the judgment
of darkened cathedrals, bloodied rose gardens,
sacramental souls lying scattered on the floor.
And I, I am frightened by your scent
like opium, like rust in the rain.
Kristina Costa, Elements: Love in Five Parts (via loveage-moondream)