Moonlight glistens across a thin layer of oil that blankets you.
Placed by hands that were not of your own,
But by the one you call yours.
The universe now reflects upon your skin.
The milky way, leading me to the stars aligned along your spine.
It is here,
I begin to trace out the constellations one by one...
Orion, Ara, Scorpius, and Sagittarius...
Become witness to the scene we display.
They flicker and dance in unison with the moon.
The small of your back becoming the night sky's ball room.
With delight, I take hands with the brightest one to me....
You
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