Sparks and clouds like stardust,

Her soft kisses lit my mind,

Filled it with fire and darkness

That set my lips ablaze.

But the taste of her was fleeting

Like a whisper on the wind

For among the stars she dwells now

And not in the earth I know.

I’m left drowning in the river,

Straining to taste my star once more.

My appetite left unsated,

Throat as parched as dust.

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