You know every time I look at you, I lose myself just a little bit more? As though your gaze holds an entire galaxy just for me. And when the black hole in your pupil threatens to pull me in, I want to let go and allow the suffocation to start. Have you drown me in the daydream of what we could be.
It would be easier, sinking into the stars I find in your eyes and make meals from the constellations, the distinct taste of Bellatrix tickling my tongue. We could cuddle in the Big Dipper, just dive in and drift off, counting planets as they pass. You would pleasure me with quick kisses that sprinkle stardust against my skin, making each spot you’ve marked shine for all to see. Loosen the asteroid belt that separates our sins and I’ll pull you in. And when comets collide, the sky will streak with the story of you and I.
But only for tonight, star-crossed lover. My heart is only in this retrograde spin for a single night. And while I’d gladly spend it drowning in the black hole of your galactic gaze, suffocating in a love story that suddenly makes sense, I can’t stay. So show the sky all the ways celestials shatter stars, and when I’m out of your orbit again, I’ll watch. I’ll touch the stardust tattoos you’ve stained me with, lick my lips with lust for Bellatrix, and tighten the asteroid belt I wear as a reminder:
Star-crossed lovers only love one star ever.
© 2014 | Jazelle Handoush
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