Let’s call upon
The stars from all
Thr hundred billion galaxies
Known and unknown
To ornate the ceiling
Of our bedroom
Like a starlit sky
As we lay in each other’s arms
Naked
Staring at the figmental clusters
And our bodies
Wearied by those neverending kisses
At the stroke of midnight
Rest
On the soft red linen
That reveals our lovemaking
In forms of sweaty silhouettes
And our intoxicated souls
Drowned
In love so deep
That there is no escape
From its control
Over our wearied bodies and soul
As if the stars on our ceiling
Led us to dive
Into a gaping black hole.
