Her

eyes littered with the stuff of space,

iris enveloped with cosmic junk,

And shards of starry ice freeze lashes together.

 

The magnetic disturbance of your hips

burns sunspots on my palms

Distant savage suns turn comets to salted oceans.

Tickle your cheeks like feathers

Red dust settles over your lips

 

Electrons swim across your nails.

Gravitate through my skin

your spicule fueled aurora

 

Watching your veins pulse

The nebulas aftermath

Blackout. Your leftover face.

 

The skies wont forget you

Reviews

[Ahmad Cox]

I liked it. It is very other worldly and ethereal in its sensuality.

[moonuponastick]

Great space- and body-themed mind painting

[Michael Kevin Spencer]

ouff! This is like science-fi poetry, I like it very much!

The 2nd stanza is breath-taking. Like a love-story from Mars.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

oh "your leftover face"

brilliant line...

this is all good stuff...of poetic space.

jacob

[SkinlessFrank]

that place where we go in the heat of passion....it's somewhere out there

[John]

Every line in this poem has something of interest...Im reminded of Joni Mitchell's We are stardust, we are golden..

[clairekeown25]

cheers man, i was giving up on my poetry thinking i should stick to the more comic satire like my piece tales of unemployment, but your words enourage me

[Nirupam Biswas]

Nice one.......must say your combination of words is just perfect

[lishy]

Totally spacey love it very technical

[clairekeown25]

this is the first time for somebody i have not met to read my work, thank you so much, you have made me so happy!

[creativequill]

this was amazing, no other word for it really, except perhaps wow :)

[clairekeown25]

thank you so much, i will read everything you do :)

[creativequill]

haha thank you, I'm working my way through your list as well :)