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celestial/body

the light never knew such softness;
how every star-kissed fingerprint
seemed to press onto your being
with the air
of one
in tune
with
the
celestial.

tiny arcs
dancing
in orbit,
refracting
color —
a hazy comet
of human warmth
beaming its way
through time & space,
leaving memories
of tender flesh ripped open,
leaving memories
whose traces
go
just as soon
as they
come.

leaving/
memories.

leaving.

(oh, the gravity of it all.)