I can write your name in sunlight
that my dark skin absorbs.
And in turn reach a point where the tingling in my palms
aren’t entirely my own
Where the softness of my lips
is a trace back to forever
and allow my heart to metamorphose into an
amphitheatre for paroxysms
I can lead you through the lead-chiffon folds of my innermost
let you plunge head first into the black-hole of my soul,
hand you a giant star and dare you to toss it in.
Dare you to watch me devour it,
have you fear filled into enticement and wonder
to find that I have collapsed its core into a Neutron.
Watch how I become a supernova explosion;
outshining the galaxy of your mind
Leaving behind remnants of me inside the crevices of your skin.
We can make new stars together.
But I can turn you to dust