Shattered white across the universe

like crystal and my being comes into soul.

I was taught that my heart is feminine

and not a fist, blue veined and throbbing.

 

My first word crawled out my mouth,

expectant if not eloquent

and my fingers reached for a shadow of a future.

 

Stardust erupted into a history 

of bloodshed and bridges, 

gods and grails and you.

 

My voice cracked across centuries

aching to learn your name

and put sound around the meaning

that pedaled over my lips;

 

It was on the moons of Jupiter I first held

your hand and told you I was made for you,

and that we are all made of star stuff.

 

Our orbit was made low in the belly

of my feminine heart; how it erupted

with finely ingrains of all we see and touch.

 

The other moons, other planets growled

an opus through their atmospheric teeth,

their pleasures heightened by our molten

 

cores churning together beneath the heavy,

heavy clouds of these secrets finding soul