i've got constellations
burned into my skin
i've got galaxies
that you could never dream within
meteors and metaphors
portals for the soul
time warps and white dwarfs
and my heart is a black hole.

I like it. Very well expressed, you don't see that much anymore. You rhyme, which I'm not a big fan of, but you don't over do it. It fits the poerty well. Oh, and I like your siggy. I too am full of useless info.

one of your better, dear..

I agree with Junkie