I dreamed you
came to me
and wanted to tattoo the night sky
on my body
Starting small, you
cut into me
and marked the constellations
across my skin
Pegasus on my pinkie
Cassiopeia on my collarbone
Lyra on my lip
Hydra on my heart
After that, you
swept across me –
mapped the nebulae until
I was full
Bored suddenly, you
peered over me
hid your inks and left
the open wounds
unfinished and incomplete:
a partial galaxy
