Astronomy

Some nights, you set up the telescope. Tonight, we lie on the blanket instead.

“Cygnus. Cepheus. Cassiopeia.” Your arm follows the sweep of the sky, like a caress.

Four inches from your hip and light years away, I hardly dare to breathe.


5 responses to “Astronomy

  1. Love the last line.

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  2. I held my breath too! Love how “light years” fits in.

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  3. Your whole piece made me hold my breath too. Just beautiful!

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  4. “Four inches from your hip and light years away” Love this!

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  5. Wow, brilliantly written!

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