He was part of my skin,
extended over my body
underneath me like hardened
soil that I kneeled on to pray.
.
And he was an extension of my soul,
filling up every golden inch
of my heart, head, and lungs;
the human form of
my blood, thoughts, and breath.
.
In his eyes were the dusk,
the darkened side of the sun,
stretching over the curves of his lips
and sharp angles in his jaw.
I traced his shadows with my tongue,
wanting to taste the deepest parts
of his soul that were intertwined with my own.
.
In his breath was moonlight,
a reflection of the sun,
the burning part of his lungs
mixed with the cool ache of
galaxies untouched.
And when his breath met mine,
I felt the stars in the back of my throat,
His lips the space
created for my heart to soar
and for my soul to land.
.
He extended through me,
around me, and against me;
the elements of the universe
I called home;
the particles of my being
that created everything I was.
.
.
.
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