Dancing in the Dark

Night.

Sky sparkling and dancing with life.

Darkness dusted with light,

The stars.

I need your stars,

To trace your stars,

To be the only connection between them.

Your constellations.

I trace,

Your freckles,

My stars.

My lips to lightly dust and dance with delight.

Makes me alive.

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