Emeralds In The Sun. (Second installment of "Ruby's In The Rain)

As we danced among the stars of Orion's belt
his big strong hands, crumbled into cosmic ash.
He blew me towards Saturn with a whistling kiss,
the wind between his lips was made of comets with bottomless pits.
I knocked the constant rings of heart broken Saturn;
they wrapped around me like galactic shackles
forcing me to dance and smile for the planets stormy eye.
I held my feeble hand out and begged,
I understand your pain and I can mend your heart with this thread.
I stepped inside a thimble and stitched Saturn onto Neptune
they gravitated in circles among their many moons.
So Saturn blew me towards earth with a fiery kiss,
the wind between her lips, made of lava and sizzling spit.
I returned to my once impervious hazel-nut,
now whittled crumbs my home had become.
The summers humidity in his breath still clung to the air,
but his ruby eyes- to the left, to the right, just weren't there.
A tear from my face unto to the ground fell-
then another, then another until the worlds cracks filled.
My tear ducts burned and tore then lively green spread across the floor.
At last perhaps even better than before where emeralds in the sun.