Galaxies

You are made of Heaven and Earth

In those still rare moments

with the chance to study your face

so intimately close to mine,

I happen across the Earth and heavens

etched into your lines.

Gently cradling your hand in mine,

I trace my fingers along the roadmap

of veins that run the length of your wrist.

Those red rivers that carry your life

from the source into deltas and streams.

Up your arms, down your body

is your protection, the surface of your planet

spotted with fathomless craters and blazing stars.

Between the mountains on your back,

the tree trunk that supports your frame

branches into the limbs and digits that caress.

I am lost in the galaxies that my mouth leaves for you:

the Milky Way on your side almost outshines

the Andromeda on your shoulder. 

The complexity of the solar systems

shines through the purple moons under your eyes.

Your irises show me every sky in your worlds. 

from misty to radiant to stormy grey;

they are cosmically breathtaking

above laughter lines stretching like canyons.

Reviews

[eglantine]

Wow girlie! "The complexity of the solar systems / shines through the purple moons under your eyes." What an amazing image/metaphor! You fluidly weave together so many earthly and space-centered images. The poem gains momentum and steals an impressed gasp from the reader.

[dopey]

Super cool imagery! I really liked all the spatial references!

[Jamestown]

What a fantastic way to describe the body, very creative!
imagery is. Great! Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!