you have consented
to let ink and art
become star maps
upon a body full and bountiful
as the sun caught in a dove’s eyes
a fair guide
if not one i can call my own
on rough waters that leave others
to turn their hearts to driftwood
but
you have long since become more
than another tender star
and
i follow the route upon your skin
to those galaxies
that i know can be home
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