Your freckles are like distant stars within arms reach
painted across the back drop of your beauty, and there’s
no wonder why I love space, truly paced through me
are the heart beats of your origin.   The big bang of organs,
you run through me like shooting stars along horizons,
tracing atmospheres in light year speeds.
The middle of my universe in catastrophic dreams,
you’re limitless in logic, and I’m just a human being…