Constilations
See the star; there, to the north
The third, shimmering brightest as if
An entire constilation's worth of glow
Is harbored in it's singularity.
Make a wish darling;
Your fingers on the small of my back
Your breath, warm, a candy coloured sash,
Accross my back.
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