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You sweep me into your turbulence,
all swirling gas and flaring stars
a celestial disturbance.
My hands shake with nervousness.
My head fogs and I’m seeing stars
as I sink into your turbulence.
You melt into the touch of assurance
when I reach down to trace your scars
intoxicated by your disturbance.
I notice the distinct resemblance
between your heartbeat and shooting stars
as you start to lose your turbulence.
For the first time in your existence
you are no longer an array of stars
not celestial, just a disturbance.
You burned to make yourself condense
once the brightest cluster of stars.
Let me resurrect your turbulence,
we can start a new disturbance.