Early Morning, Full of Gusto

I want to throw my fresh-legged twenties,

Into you with smirked, swelled veins,

To repurchase every hillock and hostel alike,

To dig our feet into sunset sands,

The only fitting memory we have rights to demand,

To become new fictions to fall asleep with,

Luminous in space and time,

As entropy works accentuated knuckles,

Around the stars we dine by.