Constellations

And it seems the Earth’s orbit slows to a halt when I’m with him. Heavenly bodies stop their dances to shine ever so brightly on us. But the brightest light is the one I see in his eyes.

I once yearned for a man who dimmed the light of the stars; now I lay in the arms of a man whose eyes reflect the stars. Deep as the night sky, soft as starlight, he could disarm Orion if he wanted to. He is a constellation as rare and as beautiful as a star brushing the Earth.

Oh, how lucky I am to have his soul dip near mine.

Oh, how lucky I am to call him my own.

And it seems we were always constellations destined for each other. Each full of their own complexities and intricacies. Never meant to exist without the other. Always in each other’s orbit. Always drawn to one another. Always meant to tell a cosmic story together.