we a sapphire bead on her

immaculately black neck,

the moonscape a mother-of-pearl

earring woven through

the entwined intricacies

of spacetime’s bent net,

a pinprick of light

in the smooth supermassive

collapse of her onyx ears.

 

a brown belt

of nomadic asteroids

twists into

a tentative grin,

a comet’s silver ice

streaks through the gap

like the sliver of a tooth.

 

the pregnant dust

of an ebony nebula scarfed

around her neck, she tugs a few

threads into glimmering vapor,

unraveling creation

with limitless grace,

pulling galaxies apart

with playful patience

from the loose threads

of time immemorial.