Every breath stirs the world
when it’s over and I’m still inside you
the smallest breeze gentle and barely
rippling across your exposed skin,
life spilled into your trembling form.
This is when we are so much more.
If I’m the constant glow,
the Northern Star over and over,
you’re the universe left anew
after every collapse of beautiful
violent celestial rainbows painting
and forming in the endless black.
You’ll feel me again once they take shape.
You’ll feel when we become so much more.
