I rest in her existence
arms clutched to the mother of all dreams
the collector of past lives and what is to come

she doesn’t need love
because it is all she is
and all she will ever be

her belly full of promises and dead secrets
resting silently in the midst of wild light
where winter has no snowfall
and sunshine is the closest burnt star

aurora spilled across her lips
and light violet galaxies in her eyes

I am the magnetic field revolving her
so graceful in her rebellion against
gravity