the stars
are not just
coquetted
in the heavens
if i trace
my feelings
the stars are
in your hair
down to your
neck down to your
thighs
i gaze at all
these stars
trap them in the
net of my hands
smell them
and even taste
all of them
stars of my flesh
stars of my soul
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