Glass Stars and Warm Skin

The glass stars crumble to sand every night

Fall on your skin like cool raindrops might

It cuts and maims, yellow aegean scintillate

Until you are a universe, cosmos constellate

It wasn’t facile to achieve your quaint glows

You bled life away before it shines thorough

The glass stars sparkling in a showering light

Your body tasting stardust like the sky might.

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