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
December Rose 
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