How to Love a Spacewoman

These lines your fingers chart
Along my floating hands —

However short the distance
Between my breath and yours
It shames all rings of Saturn
And Jupiter becomes
Our little luscious playground —

As I begin to paint
Those drawings of my heart
Across your arms and cheeks,
The Milky Way erupts into
The vacuum between us,
From space-suits yearning flows
Between our lonely hearts
And I…

As astronauts stay buoyant,
As we are separate stars,
I long to make you mine
For I’m forever yours

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