Cosmia Affinis

Eyelashes,
Cutting,
Would the sky tear open,
If our eyelashes brushed against it,
We can't stop the night from coming in.

Cosmia flying,
It's a dark night,
End my suffering,
With the flames of your lips,
As the oceans turn to dust.

Astronomer,
Drawn to the light in the sky,
Like a moth,
I can make up,
My own constellations.

Silk,
Lost,
In a trance,
Painting canvas words on silk,
It's only skin after all.

Words,
They trickle down your spine,
Painting words,
With eyelashes,
We can't stop the night from coming in.