Celestial Being

Behold in dreams
The bringer of sleep,
Embodiment of illusion
And subconscious sorcery.
Celestial insignia aglow on her face,
Shining a milky spirit blue,
Ferocious pink hue of pure magenta skin
Infused with the faint sparkles
Of iridescent galactic residue
And gold dust static honeydew.
Eyes smudged
With the stuff of empty outer space,
Liquid purple milky way shimmers,
Mold plump pierced lips
Barely parted and poised
So the primal ectoplasmic soul
Will not make a vomitous escape.
Astral trance
In a rigid extraterrestrial dance
Spellbound by ethereal chants,
She murmurs ancient mysteries.
Her small breasts
Are like the northern lights,
Pale green and violet aurora
Against the blackest night sky.
Fruitful hands
Like fleshy lotus flowers,
She holds them up
In silent Om
And reads the psalm
From your palm
That says nirvana is still to come.
She has been burned
By the flickering tails of comets,
She bares supernova wounds.
Her eyes may seem brilliant,
Vibrant and clear
But so enthralled by the death of a star,
She did not move to shield them
Now her sight is half blind
And the moon
Has claimed her mind.
She is still the personification of slumber
And secrets to keep,
And she weaves silvery webs
To ensnare the nightmares
While you sleep.