These hands of mine. Have covered your body like a layer of skin. They’ve documented your poses, your accents, arches, the curvature of your butt and the depths of your delicacies. We are creation. Molded in the images of the Universe, you in your perfection. You were made first. And I saw your thickness through small eyes and dirt. They made you from planets and dark matter. I was made from dirt. These hands of mine, have always had an affinity for space. Ever since I saw you I’ve had a love for other worlds.