i know that my velvet skin,
sewed from the night sky by the cosmos itself,
is what you desire the most.
however,
you have not followed my body constellations.
if you do not decipher me,
how do you expect to travel through my galaxy?
YOU ARE READING
Ephemeral Stars
Poetrythis is a journey through the stars; a short series of ephemeral thoughts. © february 2019
