I felt love for the earth.
Cocooned, somewhere between galactic dew drops,
and the northern lights.
My lungs were spun in my magnesium skin;
the damp thud, sifting the shape
of my heart, miles into glassy grains of sand.
Between my lips, I felt
stars spin. I tugged at her oceans;
beckoned her closer.
I dreamt emerald green,
blue seas and Caucasian clouds. 
In my atramentous wake, I loved her.

The End

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