Stargazer

I become colorful with my clothes
You become colorful with your body
I feel, we are the same
Why don’t we give this a name

A name of a flower perhaps?
Oh yes, they are colorful
Yet sometimes, quite singular
Well, our union too, is quite peculiar

And, you know, when all the colors combine
They end up as white
My white, as in ready for anything to attain
Your white, as in pure, gorgeous and Zen

Imagine our passionate synthesis
An outburst like a supernova
For you’re an embodiment of art
While I, your audience with an exploding heart

Except, it won’t have to be a tragedy
Remember, supernovas are colorful
Whose transience existence is not all dark
Instead, a buoyant emergence of new stars

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