Ivy lacework scampered its way up my sleeves, tracing constellations against my skin. What if my eyes cascaded upon their journey?
Do you hear it, darling—the crooning of planets as they wobble across the graphite sky? Tea cups singing like sirens plunged into unfathomable milky seas.
An invitation slips under the star door: what light they gather from thee, between Saturn's rings or Neptune's icy veil?
Reflected laughter casts a halo 'round puddling saucers beneath whimsical faces. Whispers with crooked smiles assemble, threading tails to tails, curving neon ideas which surely walked here before.
A comet pondered, its tail smudge against an unseen dome: Did nebulas once think? Take leave? This cosmic jitterbug, ceaseless journey twined into fabric teased by interstellar fences.