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Stars


You trace constellations

on my back

using the freckles dotting my shoulder blades

as stars.

Your fingers brush against my arm

and I feel the weight of your touch

deep in the hollow of my bones.

You look into me

searching for my soul,

your eyes burning brighter

than any ball of light

found under my skin.

Your smile instantly sets the room ablaze.

Your laugh starts the fire within me.

Your words hold my flame gently in your hands.

When you leave, 

I burn away

dwindling until nothing is left but heat.

But you're never gone for long

and my spark grows

far exceeding stars.

I am nebulas,

skies of glittering beams.

I am universes

all revolving and gravitating

around you.

You are the sun,

You start the fire,

You hold me in your hands

and I am stars

 

 

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