look, look over there
at the girl who glows like starstuff,
who's spontaneous and oxidizing,
like a supernova,
who's hair sparkles like falling stars,
who's fingers are encased in essence from
planets tucked into the farthest corners of the universe,
don't you like what you see?
why don't you go tell her
that all the prettiest stars
shine for her, at her,
at the darkest of nights?