Leaning back to see the stars
making sure they are as they’ve
always been before I look at you and
how you’ll always be; a constellation.
Incredibly lucky to make out your faint glow
on nights that near complete darkness
hard to find, easy to miss, but impossible
to forget. Content with looking upon this one
arrangement of every single muscle and motion
and spaces between bright stars on a body that’s
truly made for scaling the universe.
Eyes lose their strenght as years to us
the speed of light pass. But brigthest the nights
libertine comets and mystic meteors all doubt outcast