You contain galaxies on your shoulders,
in freckles and scars,
and all that is alive and good
has been born between your ribs.
I can still taste the echo
of last night's stars
in your morning exhales and sighs.
We are a universe, expanding.
Before the sun even considers rising,
before the night concedes to day,
lean in closer and forget your name.
For just a moment, stay.
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