I never thought it would feel like this, the way you take my shadows and make them dance.

Not as if to force them (but just by doing you with me, the way you do me and break through me) –the shadows can’t help but want to dance.

No longer can they be quiet or silent.
Exquisitely deep in tone –I see them–a flavor of darkness that makes tendrils of stardust visible and pulsing…

…in delicate spirals from my soul’s translucent skin. Its whimsical, viney vapors of nebulae-like light, spilling gold-flecks of luminescence on my entire outerspacial essence.

A sacred, star-riddled place: My own, private outer space.

I never expected you’d make me feel like this. Never in a Big Bang or a billion years of evolution and macrocosmic Universe’s expanding out to the endlessness-edges of my Wild Star-crossed Love.