You have trails of star kisses in your marrow.
You show galaxies in the irises of your eyes; your pupils begin to dilate when a star collapses in itself, creating an absence of matter, an absence of sound.
Your fingertips are the Pillars of Creation; interstellar clouds, forming new rays of light to brighten a Raven’s coat; the blackened sky.
YOU ARE READING
You are the unknown, the unexplored.
PoesiaSomeone is described by a lover's point of view, comparing them to one of the most beautiful things in the world; ocean of emptiness, the heavens, the evidence of infinity.
