her bare uncold body stood on red ice but not breaking
Europa's gentle surface; delicate patchwork of Angelite Rose.
She was covered in butterflies who crawled and kissed her,
******* gently on her paper skin dressing her; peach-fuzzed legs
tiptoed across, antennae exploring her belly and her neck as if
she was a blessing from Them -- Them, and the Moon Bugs,
and The Cosmos, and the stretched sunset wings on the veins
of Pieridae who tickled the behind her kneecaps, fluttered and boasted
to Their Moon, Thirsty Europa, about Her.  She was a house never sought
but found between the fragile glass mountains, who, spitefully, were unmoved
by Jupiter's glow in the horizon -- the sky was half red.  She laughed
at how silly it all seemed. "Do you hear me?" said Morpho swimming
to her eardrum moving from the gentle hairs of her collarbone
like scarce grass. Morpho's electric blue wings that made Lo jealous
and the red ice crave more of galaxy insects.  His slender, tender body
as slim as the legs he pressed into the curled hairs around her ear, "Or am I silly
like unmoved mountains or the air you used to be able to breathe?"

I promised you that I'd scour the darkest planets in our galaxy until I found you again. I swore that I'd search endlessly through the shadows of existence until I felt your warmth again. But here on a world nearly devoid of star light the courage I thought I possessed inside me, even my very will itself begins to waiver. You told me once you loved me more then every star in our nights sky. In my minds eye I see the times I held you closely to my beating heart, and you promising you'd wait for me even in the shadows if you had to. But now staring through this piercing night I realize I'm the one who's..afraid...plagued by a fear so incredibly daunting that it grips my very soul tightly under my space suit. Nostalgically I harken back to the days we embraced each other on neon green grass while under
crystal Angelite skies. Remembering these moments causes a smile to creep slightly around the edges of my mouth. This being I could still feel the softness of your hair running through my fingers. I could still see the angelic look in your eyes as you stared into mine. I remember back then you would always ask me what did I see when I stared into your beautiful haunting eyes? I would never answer, I would just kiss your loving lips gently and hold you closer. Yet now as I stare into the distant star partially illuminating this dark and desolate alien world. I realize now what I saw in your eyes back then, I saw..eternity..

Allow my skin to burn under the wonders of the sun
For it to be burnt away, letting loose the ever so flowing blood
Free from the confinements that the skin created
Allow my bones underneath to be bare for the world to observe
Like the paintings in museums framed with perfect lighting
Letting my body mold with the earth's guilty pleasures
Causing the grass to be green like emeralds
Soil amongst it all to be like carnelians
And for my soul to be entrapped by the colours of flowers
Angelite, Amethyst, Rose Quartz, Sapphire and Ruby
Those which fracture light and expose colours so eminent
Allow all flowers to grown in and around my decaying body
As they flourish and weave their entire being around my rib cages
Allow my dying body to breathe back life into something so encapsulating
For there vines to engulf my bones
Wrapping and gripping me into the soil and grass
For my skull to be forever staring at the sky
Cloud watching during the day,
Star counting through the night,
Allow my skin to burn under the warmths of the sun
Allow my bones to freeze under the bitterness of the moon
Receiving hugs from the vines forever as time will allow
And allow my bones, white as a ghost to be engulfed with petals
As they form artwork on my decaying body
Painting full of colour, on a body reflecting shadows of a life lived