

Orbital we flow

with kisses achingly slow,

your lips unraveling a mass of synapses.

Dizzy with the suspended gravity of it all,

I fall into the waiting arms

of a spiral.

Chemical rushes and ruses

flood me like the fusion of a star,

gathering up the dust of a faraway dream.

I burst with seismic electricity

and yet the dark is ever serpentine,

so seductive with uncertainty.

I twist in the spin of the galaxy,

drunk in the void of its mystery,

and time suddenly stops.

My body is a grain in the aggregate.

Your body is a vein of the infinite.

Our bodies are ablaze with impermanence.

And yet time is all we’ve got.

I barely blink

before reality

blossoms blindingly.

Cupped in the crux

of the tangerine sun, I am sated,

aloof in the hold of its crisp symmetry.

And as I glow with the pale light of humanity,

that at its root is only starlit beauty,

I shed the stone that anchors my fragility.