You stroked the line
from my neck
down to my spine
and stopped
at every bump
of bone.
You traced
the ink planets
and kissed them
to life.
They rotated
with the flutter
of your fingertips.
Their weather
changed with every
hiss of your breath.
The room went dark.
Pin lights
started to appear
and the worlds
orbited along
my stomach
in the expanse
of my room.
The weight
of the universe
is off my back.
Marie Crestie Joie is a creative writing student from UP Mindanao.