"her constellations"
or "pathways through silent kisses"
Her constellations are bite-sized galaxies of feeling,
each cluster a starfield guiding fingertips
across cool stone beneath the hush of night air.
“Lantern in the fog” becomes Polaris—
steady beacon anchoring a mind adrift
amid the distant hum of restless streets.
Swipe, scroll, tap—
three morning prayers in digital chord,
mapping the relentless chase
of dawnless days and restless nights.
At midnight’s zenith we stood on our rooftop,
your palm warm against the granite ledge,
our breaths mingling like twin dawns.
High peaks glint in verse, oceans breathe in meter—
the Pleiades’ shimmer beckoning us
toward wonder’s uncharted edge.
Ellipses wink like shooting stars—
each pause a promise of light
yet to be revealed—
and dashes carve pathways through silent skies.
—
Together, they form a sky-born invitation:
a living map of longing and awakening
where every reader discovers their own
horizons waiting to be explored.
What do fingerprints,
What do fingerprints, starlight, and digital rituals have in common?
This poem traces intimate topographies—both celestial and personal
—where silence speaks in dashes and the night sky listens.
It’s a meditation on connection, distance, and the ways we navigate the invisible.
I’d love to know what images or feelings surfaced for you—what lines lingered,
what constellations you might add to the map.
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