Celestial Roots

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Stars tune up and illuminate the ceiling above,

White, diamond and patterned like cobwebs,

Voile of clouds; a sheet over the blissful bed,

The ground, hard and cold, pricks my back as a painful reminder,

Love, moonlight and breeze, cover my cuts, scars from your last retreat.

Your mouth, like a tale unfolding, sucks me in.

And the smells of earthly night, locks me into your shadowed face,

Like a moth to a flame, I rise to the touch of your cheek, hand and mouth.

Star sheet, enveloping us in our painful bliss,

Reborn in the breath of midnight air and brush of grasses

As we embrace like lost roots clinging to the earth,

Being drawn to the heavens.