Constellations.

Of our bodies.

Photo by Greg Rakozy on Unsplash

It was that night hour
when the sky lit with stars
And the oozy darkness flows in the black air.
The moon was high in heaven
Riding behind the clouds ebon
Pouring down whiteness milky and fair.
So, it was a time when passions like flame ignite
Flickers, and splutters, and rise high.