Your voice, the thread that I follow that guides me out of a sound sleep. Grasping it with closed eyes, I will my body to rise, to follow where you lead.
Lying next to you, head nestled upon your chest, I look up. I want to see what you see, even as my sleepy eyes seek to close again-this time with the pleasure of your lithe right fingers in my hair and your left ones lazily brushing my nipples to awareness.
25 light years away is Vega, softly winking. My back arches, my thighs part. I imagine that I am floating with you in Lyra. I vibrate in time with the strings of the harp.
16 light years from now is Altair, rotating rapidly. Your weight settles upon me, pulling my mind into Aquila. Like the flying eagle, you have descended. Pierce me with your talons and show me the moonlight captured in your eyes.
440 parsecs from here to there lies Deneb-blazing bright. You sweep me away, until I am at the tail end, dazzled and breathless. No more graceful flight has ever been executed. I am the swan that receives you, not able to shy away. Make me gentle, docile. Calm me.
The bridge is crossed and we are united. Yet the earth beneath us shifts, causing us to drift onto a new course, ever so slowly.
