We jumped on the bed to put stars in the sky,
And made them read, “I love you.”
Your liquid eyes held the northern hemisphere
Reflecting my glowing ceiling of plastic suns,
Our world rotates around them.
My love is a supernova,
Growing and gleaming and imploding inside
Fuel for new fires to burn in our hearts,
And black holes to store affection.
Plastic lasts forever
And the stars in the sky are light-years away.
Why would I want to wish on them?
By the time I see them
They could be dead,
But the dying ones shine the brightest.
