my bones are yours for holding & we watch the planets collide. your naked knees bowed against my newborn flesh. i don’t trust anyone with the moon & where were you when the world collapsed? the universe broke when i learned to love you, forbidden symmetry found in some terrible tangle of muscles & tissue. i wore my favorite old t-shirt, cotton stained with blotted cream & coffee, you clung to me, frenetic fingers begging for some semblance of union. we so blurred lines became invincible in our quaking presence. we are entwined, a knotted strand of genetic material & starstuff, quoting communist daughters’ poetry & commanding a listen. listen. carl sagan is my personal jesus, I tell you, for nothing is romantic like biology. there are notches in my hips for your resting elbows, your trembling palms, this is where you belong. young eyes cracked open wide, we are spinning into the depths of some luminous night, human shells shed far behind. we are divine. we are celestial. this is who we are.
