You are hard to keep

There’s a world overlapping with this one and I can feel it in my pores, whispers of a name that ends like it begins. A loop of constellations begging to be kissed. We have changed tracks in the sky and though the Earth is the wrong way up, it feels as though this was how it should have been, all along, all this time. Colours will seep into your bones and all the stars will be born.