As the night slips from your periphery, I scratch my face, bite my nails and look for you. Basked in the frost of stars and above the horizon of galaxies,I long to stick to you, sucking your body heat. And you smile from a distance, sending a sweet melody of flares and fire – lighting up the snow around my circumference – watching me burn with a cold wave. I stay exposed as the most resplendent button in the navy sky waiting for you to return to fade me in your embrace.
With lambency as our strongest and only link, who can say that we are light years apart?