Mr. Universe
Your veins are tributaries,
Thin fingers of a river,
Pure and alive
Thin fingers of a river,
Pure and alive
Your eyes are the ocean,
Waves ever-crashing,
Restless and beautiful
Your freckles are stars,
Melanin constellations,
Visible on a cloudy night
Your hair is cotton,
Swaying gently in the wind,
Softer than silk
Your hands are flowers:
Delicate petals on a stem,
Smelling sweet and alive
Your soul is the moon,
Ethereal and mysterious,
Radiance surpassing all else
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