There is light that flickers

From a source that cannot be seen

Caressing your insides with tendrils

That move to tangle beneath your skin.

 

Because against that darkest backdrop

That empty expanse of space

The pores of your skin reveal themselves

Luminous through your galaxy of veins.

 

There is light below your starlit surface

A blazing sun that pulses through

Your bones, your breast, your lungs, your limbs

The blood that flows within you.

 

Your silhouette is nothing more than an eclipse

To obscure that cosmos within

The light would flood out in a supernova

If you would only shed your second skin.