Celestial Scrapbook
Space
I want big love and a pair of moon tits,
a space babe with planet buns,
our bodies wrapped in interstellar silk,
candles blazing like comets.
Bed
She leaves our window open for astral voyagers,
blankets lit by falling stars turned fire,
We embroider constellations on our wrists, felt chimeras
into our skin, our stomachs soft with wool.
Bath
The tub fills with orange petals,
the zinnias on the space station have bloomed,
under water, there are craters in our skin,
bathtub boobs floating like moons,
when we leave the warm water,
I teach her the prayer for wandering stars.