A lonely star

Isolated in space

And I dream

Of planets

Touching their atmospheres

Feeling them

Slip smoothly between fingers

Isn’t that love

To gather fingers

In an embrace

To pull someone close

Into your gravity

Whisper them a lullaby

Absorbing their opulence

Falling away into darkness

Constellations of rendezvouses

And this is how

Comets are made

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