The stars dance quietly across his nose and cheeks,
each carefully following the next.
They frolic down his neck, across his shoulders, and down his back.
At night, they form constellations.
I used to think of them as just a group of stars,
that was until I fell in love.
Before him, I only knew of shallow love.
That was, until the day I saw the rise and fall of his speckled cheeks.
Love was not in the money, cars, or houses. It was in his stars.
Each day he had me wondering what would happen next.
Every experience and memory would eventually become one of his constellations.
I have never in my life wished to go back
to the shallowness I once knew; there was now no going back.
When he asked me to become a part of his sky, I knew I was in love.
The first night his nose brushed mine, I watched as I added to his assortment of constellations.
The smile he brought into my life accented my rosy colored cheeks.
My heart knew that there would never be a next
one, because I had found my favorite group of stars.
With astronomy as my study, nighttime became my favorite because I got to see his stars.
I thought to myself, as I lay upon his slender back,
when his shoulders become full where will the stars go next?
He must’ve heard my thoughts, for he said, “My love,
fear not. My stars become our stars. Look upon your cheeks.”
In the mirror across from us, I saw my own formation of small constellations.
He taught me that his stories become mine, and the constellations
are the storytellers, with the stars
as the details hidden in our cheeks.
I run my finger down his back,
tracing our stories of adventure and love.
For the longest time, I stop worrying about what will happen next.
I look forward to spending the next
one hundred twenty years creating more constellations
with the one whom I truly love.
I fell for this man’s stars,
never once turning my back
away from an adventure to add details to our cheeks.
My decorated cheeks convince me to always find out what will happen next.
I will never go back to my life without constellations.
To you, they are just a group of stars, but to me, they are tales of our love.
About the Creator
Oona Blue
Just a small town girl, livin' in a lonely world.
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