“stars are the poetry of the heaven,”
she breathed into my ear
molten magic flowing from her lips
And led me through a vast cosmos
dancing to the tune of time
our footsteps leaving trails of stars
sprinkled across an inky canopy of velvet
Her fingers interlaced between mine,
spilling moonlight
Staining silver on my hands
we moved from day to night
As she pulled me closer to her
Stars tumbling from her sweet silken kisses
And
i fell
Plummeting down to the earth
Burning constellations in the darkness
The golden ash of stars
Kissing my closed eyelids
And through my tangled eyelashes
I saw asterisms
ce n’était qu’un rêve———
It was all a dream
no, her honey-dusted lips whispered into my ear
It was all a lie.