Milkdromeda

From so far we saw each other luminous and spiraling, 

dismally alone in the burgeoning abyss, 

holding the few last breaths of the universe, 

guarding them in eternal inhale from nothing at all. 

It was simple natural impulse to one day take it 

and abandon our cold mute posts in the void 

towards the one living body in our sights, 

the only light that could understand what we carry. 

Time pieces away as we glide to our crossing, 

gaze away from unstirred space but on lucent dust, 

ever closer until our nebulous fingers interlock 

in the ballroom of gravity, where we dance as rings 

to the music of the spheres, and it all whirls into place. 

We release the exhale, and the lives of my stars and planets, 

my asteroids of dreams and comets of lies are yours to keep. 

Let it take all the time in the universe for us to complete 

this spin into each other, this cosmic immersion, 

because the night sky will never be this alive ever again.