uutpoetry:

[He’d rather not share…]

virulent_tuber:

He’d rather not share
his oxygen supply
but if he must,
he’d better be
crawling into your
torso every night.
Little boy unable to sleep
without a call home,
those are your sheets,
your dark,
your water,
your contaminants.
Funny story: his discomfort
with your presence, intrinsic,
hemispherically speaking.
Inadequate; for the billions
of us, this Earth. Celestial,
find him when ecliptic orbits align
and he’ll rip the flesh from your face
when the moon is full.