You are each galaxy in my eyes,
And yet, though I am made up
Of every single star and each
Particle of stardust that
Went from your lungs to mine
As our ribs touched and breath
Collapsed, I can not help
But meet the death of
A certain beauty only found in
The sky, for that is where I shall fly
In your arms, your wrists as mine,
Combined to twine in light
So much so that I love the single
Moments of air shared and breaking
Beats against cement skulls
For the last gasps of ours to meet.
