you always had a way about you that
made my heart and mind
burst with moon dust because i was so enamored with the way you could shine.


a regular enigma, you are open, yet closed, fearful, yet fearless. A heart of craters with strange places and desires.

you dazzle and dizzy me with your habits and reckless behavior. you throw away kisses like comets. you make planets bloom with life. you make orbiting satellites sigh and you use your hands to carve into me, reducing me to a blushing twilight.

i found a leftover constellation that fell from your gaze and burned into my skin.

you're otherworldly. and it seems to me that you could have any pick of dazed sunshine stained lips, any number of Saturn's rings, and even could warm the coldest hearts on Pluto.

but, i just have one question.

the stars in your eyes,
are they from my galaxy?

(or are they left for someone else...)




Sincerely,
a sick with wondering, starstruck, moon.