She likes to watch the mobile
made of worlds far away.
She spins them, slowly, toying with their orbits.
She stares at the spirals
She blows on them and they are propelled quietly across space, this is the space she plays in.
They look up and see her eyes amazing shining moons with rings of sky
The little somethings love her, quietly, there voices are so small.
When she is older she can gently change them, experimenting
gently. slowly. sending them small gifts. they love her.
but she knows that she must never
kiss her galaxy