nebula (1/30/20)

galaxy eyes

 

look deep into mine

 

in them i can see the milky way.

 

lips like beams of light

 

create supernovas when they graze my body.

 

hands like planets

 

orbit around my hips

 

sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

 

we could trigger interstellar explosions, you and me.

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