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.
The first stanza can even standalone. Really gorgeously nerdy**
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