nebula (1/30/20)

galaxy eyes

look deep into mine

in them i can see the milky way.


lips like beams of light

create supernovas when they graze my body.


hands like planets

orbit around my hips

sometimes fast, sometimes slow.


we could trigger interstellar explosions, you and me.

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