Drawing Constellations

within the Tropic of Cancer
there lies a fated leg
because He holds the answer
He causes her to beg

...trace me...

the pinwheel moves up slowly
her ankle galaxy
the pattern raises, glowing
on her Ursa Major knee

...just breathe...

twisting through the stars there
translating His own chart
her skin his canvas soft and bare
her thigh His work of art

...ahhh...there....

Taurus rises, spots of red
she moans softly from the bed
Cygnus points His way south west
He moves instead up to her breast

...mmmm....and there....

Orion's belt He traces
with pricks of steely glint
she struggles against her laces
her growing lust His hint

...draw the stars...all over my body...

father south He travels down
back down to the Cygnus sign
Libra's balance in His way
with the pinwheel He says, "Mine"

...yes...

at last He reaches Heaven
her manna His in which to lay
and touching Nibble Minor
finds Him in her Milky Way...

Emily