creating galaxies

please, if you can

allow for me to engulf you

surround the constellation of my stars

over, above, under, below

the planes of your existence

swallowing you into me

as black absorbs all light

 

please, long for my midnight

to ring the bell of last call

on your daylight hours

and in the darkness that has

become of us two

we would move in silence

for each star I hold

to be lit by your light

creating galaxies from

the quiet