she is the galaxy beneath my hands
bewildering and swallowing
humbling and inspiring.
nebula take place in her eyes
her hands carve out the universe
in empty air.
she has my heart between her fingertips
and though occasionally she squeezes
i plead my gratitude
into the skin of her neck, against her lips.
my love has made marks on her endless body
a mosaic dedicated to a beauty i cannot copy.
there is a truth to her i have found nowhere else
beating a tattoo against a world of lies
she changes me.
in finding her, i have found myself
though i still know not my own name
enraptured in finding her in the great perhaps.
wide awake, she is still a dream
fictitious and yet encompassing
she plants herself firm
like an oak tree
and still bends with winds
i cannot even feel against me.
the most sensitive person i have ever met
wears steel skin like battle armor
in a war she never asked to fight
and one she rejects everyday.
i believe in nothing.
but i believe in her.
there is nothing more for me
because there is no more;
she is all.
she is the universe
the sun and the sky
pure water springs
provider of life
the ocean takes place beneath her skin
the moon must be my heart
i feel the tides pull me in
i can feel her light
reflecting in me, half bright.
the tides roll in towards me
i can feel the stars within them
hot and explosive, angry.
her constant storm hurts to touch
the hurricane swallows me whole
but i never mind.
because even as she is all of these things
she alleviates the death in my heart
the smoke signals coming from my chest
the burning in my throat
brings cheer to the wake of my mind.
she brings me closer to myself
and she makes it not hurt so much to be there
fog rolling over us in dreary landscapes.
the sun comes out in my mind
and i breathe in her ocean breeze
pick constellations from the beauty marks on her skin
drink in the water from her springs
and her lightning strikes this heart.
she brings me back to life,
heaving in lungfuls of her borrowed air
of the sea breeze in the summer sun,
and she teaches me how to live again,
unbound, and somehow,
without another regret.