We lie
in each other’s arms.
Love stained sheets around us
whorled, like a galaxy
seen from a distant eye.
The searing heat from your skin
pours into mine
each cell burning, like a microscopic star
—a furnace of life.
Metabolism and creation.
The dark and the cold fills the room around us,
tries to creep into our skin
—death and emptiness.
A cold destruction
that my cells ceaselessly fight.
Your arms, your stars, burn beside me.
As we lay silent, motionless in each other’s embrace,
our cells rage and burn ceaselessly,
in an endless battle
against death and the night.
