I
stand and stare in wide eyed, absolute amazement
Of
her
She
stands above me on a plane all her own and she toys with the stars
and the constellations play with her hair. And she’s beautiful
up their drinking nebulas and not caring of mortal affairs.
Her
eyes like galaxies and her body, time itself
And
she smiles at the planets she breathes life into
Her hair is made of
the flowing tails of comets and she sails through the sky and crashes
into my dreams. Her smile is bright as the noon day sun and as
calming as the twilight. And I stand agape at her universal
perfection out here, on my asteroid. Tumbling through space as I
tumble through life, going nowhere.
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