So lovely are the constellations
when I see them in your eyes,
shapes of stories and legends
and dreams of light.
My heartbeat accelerates
at the speed of sound.
Perhaps aliens who are
zettameters,
lightyears away
can still hear this muscle
singing your name
like a magic chant.
Heaven lost a star,
and you are right here,
just barely out of my reach.
*Even in this clouded city,
I can still look at you
and see the entire galaxy
in the span of a nanosecond.
8:47 pm. he barely tells me "i love you."
8:53 pm. i tell it back to him, the sentence foreign in my mouth.
9:02 pm. he says "goodnight" and i'm left awake, redder and warmer than the coronas and solar flares of the sun.
look at what you've done to me.