By Ali Clark
Your soul is made of stars… I dream in constellations of you.
Your fingers leave trails of stardust; your kisses – black holes.The cosmos dust your cheeks leaving a spattering of freckles to fill my night sky.
Let me dance in your moonlight and swim in your milky ways. I could drown happily in you.
Our galaxies were made for each other, gravity slowly pulling us closer and closer until impact: a supernova upon first kiss.
I count my lucky stars for the fact that I get the chance to bask in your rays, you light up my life brighter than any solar flare possibly could.
Celestial beings bow down in your wake for you yourself were forged from the moon and stars for me to adore.
Just as the moon transitions, so will you.
I will love you wholly no matter your phase… you may wax and wane as you please, my love.