Cosmos in her eyes
Solar systems speckled across her skin
Teeth of shining suns
Scars of waning moons rail thin
Hair woven with nebluas
Skin made of stardust
Dark matter etched under her fingernails
Solar wind flowing through her lungs
Interstellar dust collects in her veins
Her heart a comet in the sky
Her smile as dwarf star
And a soul made of twisting and swirling colors burning hotter than the day
Stitched together in cloth of flesh
Hidden deep inside broken clay and yet
Despite the black hole clawing at her mind
This starchild won’t leave
I am made of galaxies

You cannot **** me