Along the bend of middle atmosphere, I’m flung
into your arms: an open arch strained & silver adrift
in the dark. I wondered about my momentum—
I came down hard, crater carved along your shoulder.
The silhouette of my smoldering core, an imperfect
graft, sewn with stardust into your hollow chest.
I feel a snag in the running stitch down the hem,
where it bloats and churns and you consume me.
To have been isolated, by mere breaths of a moment,
we’ve succumbed to an eternity. Fallen from old forms
as island galaxies, we now spiral bonded, in solitude.
I found myself lodged in your throat coated in cosmos.
Within your new hips, I fell silent between each fold
of our newborn universe, made up of multi-vortexes
that howled in solar flared outbursts. Volcanoes combusted
on our virgin skin with raw particles that never got along.
You’ve absorbed my body, every whisp of my soul.
I wonder if you can make out my nebula wrecked ghost.