When you whisper into my ear
Your lips brush against my skin
As delicate as a moth's wing
It makes me see stars
But there's already stars in the sky, you say
Well, more stars, I answer
When you press your lips against mine
I see whole planets
Swirling pinks and greens and yellows
Comets streak across the sky
Like the streaks in your hair
My hair isn't blue though, you protest
Well, pretend it's purple, I respond
When you press yourself against me
I see entire cosmos
Laid out before me
Gorgeous radient colours
Like the colours in your head
But you can't see in my head, you say
Well, if I could, then it would look like that, I reply
But sometimes the galaxies and planets and even stars can wait
Sometimes the small things
Make me see infinite universes
Like when you are just next to me
When you point out the logistics in my stupid proclamations
When you listen to me go on like this
And that makes me love you the most.