Fill the moon to the brim
And drink in the starry night.
The moon longs your lips.
Let your hair loose,
The stars long their ground.
I wish I were a cosmic entity
Connected to you in the most tangible physical ways.
But are not you and I the same star dust?
Your eyes are the nebulae that give birth to blinding suns,
Your glow, burns me to non-existence.
You are the vicious phenomenon which I orbit.
Be my sun.
I, your planet.
The universe, dear, is the most evolving relation in itself.
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