Don’t tell the Sun I’m cheating on him with Saturn
And sometimes Vega
And never Jupiter
Probably
Such nonsensicals
It is the truth that the planets and stars are the only ones who get to know the depth of my love for them
Poured into thick in and dripping over the pages
I can love them with a deafening silence, with a silence scream, and never feel judgement for it
Never care whether rocks and balls of fire care for love
If you could know my joy upon seeing them,
Simply by knowing they are here with me
My twinkling diamonds, my precious stones
Imagine if they were really mine
What a world I would make
Elucidating Questions 
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