You are all-consuming. Your gravity outweighs mine infinitely.

You stole my heart from my throat and the words from my mouth and all the lights from the city and you keep them locked away behind the glass of your eyes.

You snuffed out the sun with a flick of your wrist and exhaled a smattering of stars.

The moon does not shine on you, it merely reflects your light.

I am so insignificant and soft and fleeting. my bones are chalk, my bones are dust.

Your presence is looming and ancient and terrifying, it stretches across eons - across all of imaginable time and space.

Every mark on your skin is one whole galaxy.

I could read you like a history book, from head to toe, the beginning and the end of all things.