You follow the stars swaying in my wake,
I make bright bubble toes dance in Champaign.
We have tasted the crescent city bake,
2nd line love, salty passion floodplain.
Pulsing constellations publish secrets.
We’ve done this before, die, return again.
The universe mapped in circles and nets.
Time travels not a line, a dimension.
Starved, drained, and jarred deep as a catacomb
Death is no end for us, only in name.
Stardust molds and makes our bones call us home
to each other, magnetic marrow claims.
I follow stars in the skies of your eyes.
You make sea and salt and sweet honey pies.
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