I built my love out of star dust;
out of yesterday and a hope of tomorrow.
I saw a flash of sky through the trees
and stars burst into motion,
turning and crashing in orange flames
that rose through my body
and kindled my love.
We laid together and watched the stars,
who bowed before us
and played like soft violins,
trembling with ebony music
that filled the spaces between our beating hearts
and made them warm and unbearable and electric.
The air around us hummed and glowed
and fireflies danced around us,
casting our contours in the glow of
My fingertips are buzzing with the notion
your skin, which binds your muscles,
strung to bones by twining tendons,
is a mystery to touch.
There's a magic in your DNA;
a symmetry in our biologies,
our bodies composed of chemical compounds
that burst into a fluttering life,
borne in the flames of a star
that flung atoms together
and strung protons and neutrons
on a necklace of destiny,
diamonds of cosmic debris.
The components of our blazing bodies
were flung in spatial currents
and drifted through Time until they
bore our existence and strung us together,
magnetic and insistent.
We are star dust from the same sun,
reincarnated across the eons,
wanting each other-
parts of the same whole.
Note: If you enjoyed this poem, please read the companion piece "Star-Crossed, Revisited"