i like the moon because its subtle glow hides the congregation of freckles on my face.
and when he breathes constellations down my neck, i do nothing to refute the power of my stars.
i am the black hole he’s been searching for for years. with no sense of time or direction, our lips have a passion only for the hungry.
just two ambitious souls who long to conquer the galaxy with a lover at their right hand.
