sun & moon
the planets & stars & even the comets
& asteriods & black holes are all trans.
since i fell in love with you i see them
bold as beach balls blaring through
every ceiling. the stars gather
like gnats on the windowsill. i feed them berries
from the palm of my hand.
you make nebulas hungry. you make
the universe feast.
i want to be the sun to your moon
by which i mean i want to see your
ocean-pull & the glow of your face
& know we contain fragments of each other.
at your kitchen table
we talk about particles slipping
through walls like ghosts. you draw
a diagram. i picture particles confetti dancing
myself becoming a wave of light.
every day i love you more
which is another way of saying i wake up
& invent new planets to give to you.
this one is green & expanding. this one
is just a halo.
if i was the sun & you were
the moon i would still find a way to visit you.
would unspool physical until
there was nothing left but
our own wanting. my forehead to yours.
a kiss planted on your neck.
you make the whole universe made knowable.
around every corner i find another
orbit back to you. particles laugh
in their secrets.