'Collapse' / 'Longing'
Photo by Nathan Anderson on Unsplash
We arrived in sunlight and departed in sunlight,
the summer sky turning pink, turning blue, purple,
black. Summer of meteors and shooting stars.
A collision of stars can cause a black hole – they sink
to the center of the galaxy: a black hole is anything but
We waited till nightfall to touch, the daylight hours
spooled out before us, waited for the stars to blink
into existence. The heat of the day still radiated off
our bodies, the thin crust of sweat still clung to our skin.
Lying on our backs, we searched the sky for the shooting stars,
I longed for the tenor of your voice to break the night’s
silence. When Orion appeared, I moved my mouth
to yours, fell into you.
The pressure of one body against another: summer,
waxed and honeyed. Seeking out constellations
and your skin. Thinking about the mystery of black
holes, how you too are beautiful and deadly
and unknown till now.
The bonfire we built dies, the smoke reminding
me of that last, long summer: the kittens born
too early, my sister and I still running like children
through the tall grass, even as my breasts began
to bud. The sky was drinkable, dazzling, white
and we didn’t know that night our house would
burn. If we had would we remember the sun