“...God daubs stars into galaxies with fiery paint - the same lacquer he uses upon your lips...”

“... only darkened trails of rain could paint your face upon a pane...”

“... you are lovely - God has painted every feature of your soul ...”

“...Use your finger to trace the scar upon my chest- I lied - it wasn't a knife wound, but a scrape from a nail sliding under a fence to see you...”

“...I can’t grasp the stars, but I love them – in the same way, I love you...”

“...I remember your profile in darkness outlined by stars ...”

“...I keep breaking things - appointments and porcelain, thinking of your lips...”