What if I could bring
you to the stars,
blast us out of this thing
going off the radars?

I would hold your hand
and chart the foreign terrain.
I’m sure it would be grand,
out of this mundane.

We could learn about orbits’,
this way of being one with another –
forever. We would whisper it’s
beautiful, this place of being together.

Perhaps, then we’d become a star,
this love turning inside light to bloom,
one with constellations, so way out far
past this goodnight child stars’ bedroom.

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