You were forged in stardust:
it's in the electric rivers flowing in your body
cutting through the dark like a torrent of lightning,
creating waves of limerence so passionate
it would bring
every pragmatist in the world
down to his knees,
begging for the strength
to bear even a quarter
of the weight of its existence.
It's in the marrow encaged within your bones
creating blood sweeter than ambrosia, everything,
everything in this godforsaken planet
reminds me
that you're the chef-d'œuvre of the constellations'
most reckless, dazzling inventions.

And when our heads rest beneath the sky
and comet dust drifts down,
settling gently on our tresses
I think
Somehow,
by a design only the cosmos could conceive,
the things that created us
find their way back to us again,
and in their wake,
I'll find my way back to you.