Pluto, I am Earth

Your face is a constellation,
an installation of dots and colours;
Do hot, flaming meteors
burn, leave ashes on your skin?

Like the universe,
you are infinite.
I can only hope to climb
that mountain that leads
to hoping to be
affiliated with you.

'Tis a pleasure to meet your acquaintance.

Unlike so many others
before me, I will not
say your eyes are like the stars.
Rather, they are like
the dark sky we look at
every night.

I tread so carefully
as I gaze,
careful as to not get sucked
deep within your
dark abyss.

Ignore my slight hesitation. (Let me, let me.)

Your mouth is the sun.
You breathe sweltering, yellow red fire
and I hiss at your touch.
Nevertheless, I am blind.
And no one looks to the sun
more than a blind man.

Your teeth are like
rays of sunshine during summer.
Etching intricate, dark red
patterns on my back that
linger for days, weeks, months
afterwards.

I cannot wish more of a bitter-sweet souvenir.

My hands wind to your dark curls.
I compare it to the breeze of the night;
soft and featherweight and oh so dark,
my lungs fill with your scent
as would the harsh winds of
the sea that encompass me.

I see the glittered evening sky
in your face and in your body
and I ache to taste
the pleasures of the night

It pains me to digress.
A world is waiting for me
and you cannot touch reality.
Farewell, see you tomorrow.