The Third

Time without end.
We move through the twilight sky,
through noctilucent clouds –
swimmers in a sea of early night,
ice crystals attaching to our skin, reflecting and becoming stars.

Lights in the dark, whorls of stars,
sparks flashing between our skin,
the galaxy unfolding –
our lips together, bodies
a new constellation. Guiding sailors across windswept oceans

About Martin

I'm just... filling time.
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