Blackhole

Travel through the portals of my soul My vortex, so complex My galaxies far beyond me But surround thee and embody she My shooting star, no not far From your comet, and pouring from it Your milky way, smooth as shea-butter, brown skin Feeling your horizon’s end Where my light-year begins As my planet transcends Your moon orbits mine, as their comets intertwine The great rings of my atmosphere You accept with wind’s whisper so sincere And though you’re lost in my universe, your heart grows cold Don’t worry, you’ll feel my heat wave, deep inside my blackhole