My body contains a nebula.
My soul is exploding;
it is a celestial combustion.
The stars in my heart are shooting outward
at a million miles per hour,
electrifying my brain
My voice throws galactic lightning;
my eyes, stellar thunder;
they are supercharged particles of stardust, and not tears,
which fall from my eyes.
I am an astronaut’s painting, blasting omnipotent colors,
crackling with the brilliance of a billion suns.
So hold my hand, touch my hair,
rest your leg against mine so we might share our powers.
For you, too, are a nebula,
with a unique light
that we can explore.