with stars in her eyes,
she spins,
forever in my orbit.

a sweep of her skin
(with the palm of my hand),
shows not only her glistening sweat,
but also her hidden colour.

cream:
beneath the seemingly
absence
of colour.

her face ellipsed
beneath the sweep of auburn hair,
hovered above me

her hips churning,
exposing a sweep of galaxy.
her moon touching the dust,
the dust turning to ash.

born is a new star;
flaming as her breathing shifts,
blowing the dust away.
awakening
a
new
sense
of light.