Razorgaze

You woke up on the wrong side of a cosmic bed A pillow of nebulae, crushed under your head Meteorites are all the tears which you have shed Your ring finger is Saturn, yet remains unwed Forever lost in outer space among a dreamed starry array Your light shines bright lightyears away but not enough to seize the day Star-crossed and vaccum-cleaned, sleep-tossed and solar-weaned Let your love be a tesseract- then I'll wish to become Titan.