here is a new poetries. i don't quite know what to call it so i'm just going to use the first line as the title because i have seen that done before.

With comet-like fingers

With comet-like fingers

she streaked constellations across my back.

Holding each other close, as planets

do to their moons, we whispered meteors

eroding the earth surrounding our cores.

If I were to continue

this metaphor of this starry night,

what more could I compare?

This feeling, brighter than stars,

the two galaxies in her skull.

These thoughts piercing my mind's nebulae,

asteroids cratering my heart's crust

Yes, I guess it would compare most

with the heat death of our universe;

destroying all I've known

to replace it

with something new.