Stargazing

I painted the universe on the back of
my hands reaching to the back of my shoulders.
Stars trace every elbow and planets line up
the the spine on my back. The Milky Way
rushes through the hollow of my collar bones,
and the sun radiates through my eyes.
Perhaps that's what he meant when he
said my eyes sparkle. Maybe that's
why he loved kissing my neck.
Possibly, he felt the rush of the
fire burning through the
stars in my veins that laces my wrist and arms, and
elbows. I don't know why he left me
though. Perhaps its because of my
big
black
hole.