the axis of a planet and the burning of every ancient
hanging star among the infinite absolute black,
cradled and steered by gravity,
the atmosphere peeling away dead layers,
stripping the seasons and exits of another life for this
new passage to write itself along the crystalline canvas
of your skies the closer I get.
And even if this collision shatters most of me,
it’s exactly where I belong.
A cycle turns on its inevitable wheels to make me skin,
bone, flesh, and all other things so fragile and human,
to make you conjure flashes of who we were before
fleeing those temporary vessels.
I cannot tell you where we go afterwards,
only that what we created together is potent enough
to bloom into new beings that cross each other again
one day and when we meet
The stars in your eyes burst like a living kaleidoscope
when you touch me and while the many pieces of
our personalities matter, these common and identical grounds we share,
your skin to mine fuses us beyond the personas we form,
they fall away the second your lips make me yours again
and promise that no matter what blazes through the atmosphere,
you’ll never let me go.
Every city and building had been an alien territory without you,
vacant cold rooms and roads carelessly placed together
until the metal signs rooted in the ground begin to bend
in the wind and carry me to you.
If you’re not there, this axis and the bright lamps, the brilliant
still wisps of every ancient star among the infinite black
will steer your flight,
the gravity and absolute velocity that cradle and bring you to me.
