Stardust

​There's so much sexy in our skin.
Something sensuous about the way it
radiates lifetimes
of sunshine absorbed.
There is celestial romance
inscribed in our hues,
myths and fables and folklore
of erotic affairs under the
cloak of the cosmos.
We make love in stardust
whenever our skins touch.
Me, melanin-soaked mocha,
and you, earthy mahogany,
with a kiss of
midnight.
We are animal and superhuman,
dangerous and divine,
from nowhere near here yet
still very much so of Earth.
For when we are entangled,
we are sunshine
and dust,
and wave, 
and storm,
and lava.