I embrace you
and planets collide,
their polarities overlapping
like the breast of my coat
your naked shoulder.
Running my hands through your hair
is like walking through plateaus of lavender,
looking into your eyes like skimming and
dipping into pools of jade–
weightless and incandescent Koi
guard sun-shaft corridors stretching
deeper, and deeper still.
You press your ear to my beating heart
under the gaze of ruby irises
and I press my hand to the small of your back
kissing your cheek, while astral shells crack, fading away
leaving molten yolk suspended
amidst black backdrop and earthen bone;
is to glide starstruck through a river of milk,
it is incomprehensible
yet I dream of it often.