Then you gave me hot stars, with your beautiful eyes;
you made a symphony, warm body harmony, an explosion of
fires, stars, flames.
You hold my hand, read my mind, and squeeze my heart.
You gave me stars.
The most beautiful gift that most can’t give.
Beautiful enough to make my soul stutter,
my mind grow wings and flutter,
to make my eyes grow wide in wonder.

You think so heavily, like water, with expressions of poetry;
this makes you so strange that
you make perfect sense to me.
You’re so different— I dived into another world
when you made love to me…
You gave me stars, and a love grenade,
we made music, a concerto of painful and delicious,
you inside of me.
While you look back at me and read my mind,
you take my breath;
you rocked everything I thought. I never know what to expect.
All you had to do was kiss me like a prince,
and you lit me up
like fireworks in the dark. You gave me a galaxy,
a stringed symphony of stars.