Your feet in native grasses pleiades and hyades above Aldebaran, taurus's eye late summer chill is in the air hanging at the apex of a parabola sand grains are rolling on venus the night is damp verdant strands between your toes shed star-reflected dew on to our legs this comes to me, as a memory of the future silently, with our faces to the sky i felt you shiver briefly our independent universe inside alone and starlit resonate with one another beholding a new moon darkness night wind fluttering your locks catching scent of our echoes i feel you drift closer keeping our vision trained, on the dome of blackened vellum with limitless fusion pinpricks a trail of astral lotus petals streams out behind us like halcyon stepping stones with names alcyone, electra, maia, merope, taygenta, calaeno, asterope delivering me a fawn's lick i return a nibble to your collar bone as everything begins to crumble a breakdown of boundaries we fall back, opal contours tracing our movement cushioned by the grass and mosses our universes unstring brilliantly like a corsage on a supernovae unlacing held in our irridescent grasp we don't hold on your eyes laddle onto me overloading conduits beyond emotion and sensory your ardent breath upon my neck visible in the brisk night-tide i breath it in in our cryptography of essences ritual of the drum we climb atop the world-tree to glance upon the superstructure of the universe ciphering constellation runes sharing precious tinder to kindle embers this new moon firmament will be shed along the organic gradient towards dayspring tapping our shoulders with first lightflecks as we meander hillsides metaphorphosizing myths from the hyper-daemon reshaping vision of daphne and apollo
...a trail of astral lotus petals... breathtaking craft... *puts down his pen to ponder the expanses*
