You must have made an envier of Heaven,
when you took your first breath;
and caused an explosion of stars.
How endless above it becomes at night,
when the sun sinks and the moon becomes a hoisted sail.
And from the bough, I hear your whispers—
the astronomer lost to the skies.
You shimmer in stardust,
the very breath of which we are all born.
And laced in your eyes is a galaxy,
far deeper and vast than any can explore.
But I find constellations in your fingertips—
traces of maps to guide my heart home.
Your body has become the universe;
and I long to voyage and seek and behold.
They never told me how lost I would become,
waiting up and watching for comets.
But through the telescope it was never enough,
I needed to be with you—where you are.
So I traded the heart of the astronomer,
one tied to the wonder and the Earth;
I bid farewell to gravity,
and became an astronaut—to search your stars.
Enveloped in your beauty
and the eternity of your eyes;
let me float here, interstellar,
until Time herself dies.
If I held the power,
I’d trade my sails for engines—
rockets to the stars.
And I would bathe you in the solar flares,
like cosmic rays of autumn’s glow;
leaving trails of kisses behind on your skin—
maps to eternity.
I want to make love to you on the crest of the waning moon.
where comets catch in your eyes;
and starlight dances along the goosebumps on your skin—
casting shadows like lunar craters.
And we’d just stay there,
lost in infinity;
until the light fades out into oblivion,
and all we’re left with is the beating of our hearts—
deprived of gravity.
My ship once sang of the ocean tides,
sunsets over cerulean seas.
But now it’s become lost forever in your eyes—
sailing the clouds of the Milky Way.
So let me drop my anchor,
deep into the vastness and voids of space.
Let me float there—
Adrift in your nebula.
You may have asked for seashells,
But you’re worth the stars.
Dorian J. Sinnott is a graduate of Emerson College’s Writing, Literature, and Publishing program, currently living in Kingston, New York with his sassy munchkin-mix cat, Scarlette. When he’s not busy at his full-time job, he works as a cat adoption assistant at a local humane society– which he claims is more therapy than work. He enjoys horseback riding, playing violin, and cosplaying his favorite childhood characters at comic cons. Dorian’s work has appeared in Crab Fat Literary Magazine, The Pangolin Review, Alter Ego, and Terror House Magazine. Follow him on Twitter @DorianSinnott