I trace the constellations
stamped in your skin. Name
the galaxies entangled within.
Nuclear reactions at your core.
Visible through the blue veins
lacing your skin. Stringing along.
Air catches in my throat as you
lure me close, overwhelmed by your gravity’s pull.
Your lips meet my cheek. You’re cool to the touch.
Tied down when I try to move,
losing myself- particle by particle.
You are at the center of my universe, my sun.
Your eyes light up when you see me near,
thousands of stars, hundreds of light-years
moving too close. Too late. It’s begun.
My head spins round like satellites
taking images. Images of what we’ve done.
What we’ve become.
Our story unfolds like The Milky Way,
so much unknown, but only so much to say.
You bite your tongue and it combusts.