You become a universe to me,

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.