i spent the day entangled in bedsheetsMature

I spent the day entangled in bedsheets,
my attention devoted to the taste of your skin -
like honey and copper on my tongue.
There are starsystems tucked into the chasms
of your fingerprints, entire galaxies hidden
in the bends of your elbows; nebulas turning
like vortexes in your eyes, black holes
sealed behind your lips. 

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