Can you taste the stars?

I am thinking about
the crescent of his smile –
teeth glowing white
like the moon, twinkling
like the milky way –

and how it felt to slip
my tongue between them.

How it felt to taste the stars.

If love was tangible,
it would be his tongue,
his lips –

his holy goddamned mouth.

He speaks my name,
and the whole sky is talking.

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