Supernova

I want to kiss you
like the descending sun
kisses the sky,
lighting it up
with electric
pinks and oranges.
Then in a hurried hush,
I’ll wish you
good night.
For in all the morrows,
I’ll indefinitely
do it again and again
until I go supernova,
returning back
to the stars from
whence I came.

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