my love comes out of my pores 
like a thousand fiery comets 
falling to the surface of your skin.
and i'm told i'm too passionate to find adequacy
but imperfections make everything adequate.
let my love enter your atmosphere,
floating in the stars out here isn't easy.
my brain and heart's communication
forms electric lines across the sky making constellations
so count them and trace them with your fingertips
and i'll dance in your world