the sky has fallen down a night deity
where the sole of your eyes down to your
chest would be nothing but spaces of black holes
nor moonbeams trying to gasp for darkness,
darling, you have exhaled the moon and
maybe part of it is the stars they have long for,
perhaps, part of us is a universe trying to
soothe the moonstruck you have
played inside your rib cage.

But we were a galaxy after all,
none of it is as deep as us.