the freckle

in moments post-conjunction
rapt fascination
pulls me into the core of you,
your inner light-years

less than a millimeter
yet more than a universe
i am transfixed by
this black hole in your chest

i cannot escape the pull
of your gravity
and astronomical terms
seem suddenly insufficient

you merit neologisms
freshly minted worlds
starry-eyed proclamations.
all.

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