confessions of a love addict

constellations

let me trace the constellations embedded in your body,

and trace the dotted lines scattered across your being,

following the stories imprinted on your skin.

let me trace the stories crossed in your scars,

suspending my fingertips upon the exquisiteness,

and entangle my consciousness in the encyclopedia of your life.

let my fingers follow your horizon, the bright moon your face,

follow the deep crevices and craters of your mind,

staring at the constellations; the intricate map of your thoughts.

let me sink into the ocean nebulas of your eyes

memorizing every hand-painted wisp of colour from your iris,

coating my fingers in the stardust of your afterthoughts.

let me trace the stories of your heavens,

trace the stories of your soul.

each thought pattern is a creation of spiritual nature,

your scars are the maps of your galaxy,

i want to know your universe better than anyone else.