I can feel the
stars pulling
on my hair again.
As i sit on my chair
and feel the midnight's
chilly air enter my window.
Sit beside me darling and tell
me about the galaxies you have
under your skin. Tell me where
would you like to begin. You can
trace the dots on my skin and
follow the constellations i have
within. Maybe the full moon will
stop the stars from pulling on my
hair when you tell me the stories
of the galaxies trapped under
your carmel coloured skin ~