Sidereal Kiss, Pt.II

The way the aurora pulsed along your back

Fitting in-between your shoulder blades

Massaging your neck

How, for a moment, your toes curled and you gasped

Bitter cold tide caressing your sides

These symptoms, my beck

I became time making senses dull and wrack

Fluid comets nipping your jawline

Stars come to collect

It all starts spinning, this stellar orbit clasped

Your cosmic arching, thin breath pervades

Thin as scintillance

All at once solar flares make you faint and jaspe

In supernova, mute the sea waves

Senses nebulous

Darkness fills, space between stars once again grasped

Black hole as you and I now concave

Smile in astral bliss

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