Your absence echoes heavy
in my bones where I struggle
to embrace the macrocosm of your love,
to wrap my heart around this universe
that I might taste these stars as you do,
plucked from the night like blackberries.

A thermonuclear love scented
of cinnamon and stardust.

What is this passion?
You swim in the maw of existence,
you swallow the moon,
you penetrate me like gamma rays

and birth the world each moment,
each moment.