Galaxy In Hand Poem by Tanner Herndon

Your hair, resting tiresomely
On your shoulders, non-committed to movement,
A sloth's smile spreads across your face,
Grace and bliss having intercourse,
It seems, in your eyes
Beautiful, light brown planets gleaming from your
Beautiful head, I want to be forever in your space,
A galaxy of love is not enough,
You can never have enough stars,
But I can't breathe without you,
So keep me in your atmosphere,
Forever and always.