Posts tagged space

My head is a planet
and my hairs the golden harvest that map its hemispheres.
Your fingers would be the children that run through
in playful conglomerations
their laughter, star-speak, had God
put lips in their atmospheres
instead of methane.

But I am a young astronaut, unchained of gravity
and bounding into you.
You are the vast something-ness from Sun to Centauri.
Take to my harvest like meteors stroke the sky
and light my nights with wishes on
collisions in distant galaxies.
Home is a wormhole caught orbiting your
Creator hands and caught
sleeping on your lap, void of all sound.