I want to be tethered to something as big as your faraway felicitous fire
To taste what the milky way has written there on Orion's heart
Those words tell you how to pull the stars down, I hear
I'll cup them gently in hands soft as the willow whispers breathing between my secrets
Cradle them in the space only found wholly between our beating chests
Exhale a breath that is aria and begin to hum our harmonies
Soft, choose a light to warm your way
Fold clay in these prayer palms while the oneness reminds you, you are.
Sweet darling, you aren't star dust...
You are alight and you shine.