It’s bliss.
All of our cosmic kisses
shape the constellations
that they pray to grab a glimspe of.
Vanishing from the intrusion of their telescopes,
appearing in the embrace of your orbit,
you hold my gaze
with tenderness, to protect
the eyes that always gravitate towards you,
the only lens you want to stay reflected in.
Flashing our lights to mess with their conspiracies,
it’s just hide and seek for us-
childish hearts playing around the stars.
Two celestial bodies
meeting in the milky way.
Nadamos en la luz de la luna,
water all of our moonflowers,
and watch movies against our favorite face of the moon.
Our mornings are glorious,
the nights just heavenly,
warmly wrapped
in the velvet
blanket of outer space.
NASA is light years away from discovering us.
The Scarlett Locket 
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