Nebula III

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We lie

in each other’s arms.

Love stained sheets around us

whorled, like a galaxy

seen from a distant eye.

The searing heat from your skin

pours into mine

each cell burning, like a microscopic star

—a furnace of life.

Metabolism and creation.

The dark and the cold fills the room around us,

tries to creep into our skin

—death and emptiness.

A cold destruction

that my cells ceaselessly fight.

Your arms, your stars, burn beside me.

As we lay silent, motionless in each other’s embrace,

our cells rage and burn ceaselessly,

in an endless battle

against death and the night.

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