tipper of the stars
where i come from, we memorize each other’s freckles so we know exactly where the stars have kissed each of our faces.
that way we can trace constellations when our own lips brush the others’ skin again.
where i come from, we bond under the night skies that birthed us.
companionship never seems stronger than when under the suns we’re descended from.
where i come from, we let tears stream from our eyes when the winds call for change and the sands of time are running low.
we embrace our fellow star descendants
and kiss the constellations on their faces, even if they’re flecked with salt from our tears.
and where i come from, we never say goodbyes. it’s only good nights and see you laters.
the stars in the sky may not be quite the same when we next meet,
but it will still be the same sky, and that is enough for us.
-novaazalea (8/19/22)
