Bruises marked his hands, like the heavens above.
Filled with the creeping dusk of pink and purple hues.

Specks of fading freckles, imprinted on his skin,
Like a vault into the andromeda galaxy.

Scars of old untold tales marked her wrists.
Her struggles, like the moons of Jupiter.

Valleys of stretch marks forged onto her skin,
Like the sand dunes from a drying land.

But they loved every atom within each other,
Cause the atoms of her flesh were his stars.
And he was her constellation that embraced her soul,
Together glowing in the darkness of the night.