The Quiet Pulse of Stars

(a universe) unfolds
between your( hands)
where Time unravels
in.the /quiet/ pulse
ofstars:are::born dying
(again)

and(i)am only a
fragment of whispered(trees)
drowning beneath the
thousandmouthed sky
(and clouds so soft
they
shatter)

oh,you.
are( the fierce )blue
hum of every
unsayable silence,
every:moment:
that
breathes—
into(i)tiny—a spiraling/word\

(lost
but.alive)

what is Light?
(ifnot.your)
gaze breaking
infinite( into trembling)—
earth cracks open,
an ocean of(you
rushing)

(a kiss
blooms where no lips have touched).

:: 12.21.2024 ::