Will You
Will you take me into your space,
cradle me upon the sultry limbs of your nebulous grace?
the expansive arms of the universe,
where peaceful slumber awaits.
Your poetry laden comets,
bore abundant love;
all towed in freights.
Gingerly drinking in the depth
of your face,
seemingly blindfolded;
I'll tread each dark crater.
My head in a swirl of your majestic trace,
where I would stumble upon
a love ever so pure.
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