Milky morning light pours
into the space between us,
illuminating your snowy hair
as though beams of moonlight
flow from your head onto your shoulders.
You sleep silently,
like your astral acquaintances the night before.
The tide of my heart is pulled in
by your lunar attraction,
although my body longs to mingle with yours
beneath the moon,
in all the base and natural ways
lovers have mixed for eons.
Let me sip your light from a teacup,
while your tongue twists all the lovely words inside your heart
into birds to fly through the air.
You're my untouchable constellation,
strung over the nights dome
like the string lights you look so beautiful beneath.