Inspired

“Everyday you play with the light of the universe.”

You coaxed Saturn. He gave you his rings.

You melted them around your arm, singed 

flesh perfuming the room.

If you should feel famished

the moon melts, to spoon

feed you until your belly swells.

At night, I extend my arms up 

toward the midnight quilt

rocking us to sleep. Wishing
to feel your rough skin
sanding my own smooth.

Your skin smells of Mars

crushed granadas, tasting red:

A culinary confection yielded by Marte.

If you grow parched,

the stars lactate.

Their nectar is sweeter

than any on Earth.

They deem you worthy

of their flavors 

and so, you

inspire me to strive

to be the taste that lingers

on your tongue

long after 

I have left your bed.

Show me the worth of your crisp breath,

cutting through the universe.

First line taken from Pablo Neruda's poem 13 (20 love & a song..). everything else is me :)