My Sublime

Starry-eyed little speck, staring into

The space between stars, between galaxies.

Blue irises meet midnight. Embrace it.

She dances in the moonlight and I join her,

Why wouldn’t I?

Weaving patterns in the grass,

Our dresses twirl and tangle,

Constellations forming in earth and sky.

Her eyes are the night, the darkest azure,

The most sublime:

Endless, limitless, boundless,

Infinite,

Every name under the night

Just for her.

Just for the void above us.

Stars shift and stir

And die a million times

Before we can know it,

But our spirits still whirl.

Only a dot in our tiny little world.

Only atoms in a life.

It’s almost magic.

She is magic,

Painfully aware of the cosmos,

But still breathing, seeing, loving.

She wraps herself in a tapestry of diamonds

And never lets go.

I join her, why wouldn’t I?

Her curves fit against mine,

And I can’t help but

Stare into her sapphire majesty,

The sky giving way to pastel dawn.