Chryste says we are our own planets
inside of a dive bar,
pulling men into our gravitational fields.
but I feel like an astronaut,
invisibly free falling
on the fringes of every celestial body.
I lock eyes with a trail of comets,
ensorcell a protostar,
blush in the presence of a red giant.
in the slow descent,
my beer boils,
forming tiny crystals
that encircle my head.
cosmic rays permanently toxify my body
through string lights and neon signs.
I am illumined
or maybe I’m drunk.
knowledge of relationships
quiet mind of mine
life with play is worth living
grow with creation
soap on my fingers
dishes are signs of caring
stomach full of love
fur against the wood
my head swimming with lightness
content and alone
faces forward and frontlit
our backs curling in a unison of “C’s”
one letter to one alphabet
in one secret language we all speak
her ponytail/my braids
her winsome breasts/my spotted cheeks
and I promise I’ll find more reasons
to love us
because there are so many reasons
to love a woman