I spin universes like you, everyday.

Like spiderwebs made from clay,

spirit, and star dust

pressed and stretched out for trust.

A strength to hold up your space

left  hollow and ringing

to recreate your traces

with swallows for singing

and give me something

to fill up with honesty

because honestly

I'm building myself up

with the way your kiss

can spin universes inside me.

One step missed to guide me

to balance in our moving.

One more chance for proving

that my heart is measured;

no pressure, and reassured

that nothing has felt so right in so long.

Lost in my meaning,

my essence,

my song.

Sing to me gorgeous, soft and strong.

With black hole notes

meant for pulling my light towards you

and for you

so we can see where we belong.

At least until we don't.