Her eyes were the color of solar flares
and the remnants of super novae,
eyelashes damp with Venus’ acid rain.
Body in the curves of the Northern Lights,
there were stars at her fingertips,
galaxies twined in the star dust of her hair.
Constellations lined her dress
as she danced in the celeste of red ribbon clouds
the storms created.
She travelled across the icelands of Neptune
though days never passed through the tail of Hailey’s comet,
only sulfuric nights on Io.