Written ConstellationsMature

writing the stars into your skin
like that's where they started
an open book of galaxies
every constellation like a novel
and oh, my dear,
that fire
inside of you
is what calls to me
and I will have it
I will have you
I will have
the planets
in your eyes
the stars
in your fingertips
the sun
on your lips
space, etched
on your skin
pressed to my lips
kissing away
asteroids & meteors
my fingers tangled
between stars
and planets
a book that does not end
that I never want
to stop reading,
that is you.

The End

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