ETIOLATED

CELESTIAL KISSES

celestial kisses?

are stars born in moments like these?

is it like trailing comets across your skin with my fingertips when i brush your collarbone and elicit shivers like shooting stars down your spine?

when my teeth graze your neck do you imagine me joining the freckles there with my mouth, like connecting constellations in epidermal space?

when our lips collide do you think nebulas form from the steamy clouds of gas and hot pillars of hydrogenated love and passionate interstellar matter between us?

when our kisses meet by ivory and enamel gates is it like when atoms of elements and rayons of light converge in the aspect of a stellar nursery?

or is a kiss really the death of a star?

in the dark chasms and caves betwixt, filled with bated breaths and unspoken words, is it more like the interior of a collapsing star laced with helium and titanic eruptions of molten stardust and cliché chemistry?

are we so catastrophic in our kisses, are we transient astronomical events so bright, we must close our eyes for fear of collateral and call it a supernova?

when we kiss
how can you tell?
whether it's the beginning
or the end?