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.