Your skin; your blood,
The tangles of your life,
Are simply, the most precious,
Of all that is heavenly.

The suns of distant worlds,
Are scattered across you,
And found in your bruises,
Freckles and scars a-many.

There’s a great universe,
Written out on your skin,
And it maps the pathway,
Of your true celestial body.

Let me see through your eclipse,
So I can read the constellations,
Like the life lines on your hands,
And finally see all the stars,

That you love to hide in shadow.