You look so tantalizing
With stars sprinkled like glitter in your hair
Am I allowed
To lick the colours from your lips,
To taste the galaxies inside of you?
I long to hear
The hymn of your pulse,
history coursing through your veins
And to count the constellations twinkling
Behind your eyes.
I could melt
into the sunlight of your arms,
Your ancient fire blistering my skin
Bruising my fingers to the bone
For fear of letting you go.
