Galaxy Girl
There is a question next to her,
a small dog’s face,
loyalty to what she carries,
a cluster in the sky.
She is a new constellation,
lead by nebula light
and a galaxy brain. ‘
Shy girl hiding her face beneath stars, exposed with her large naval,
all the dark matter of her belly, the crook of her arm, womanly hips.
I am in love. I believe she would carry me to the dimensions of dreams,
through the night as minutes pass. Call her Midnight and be done.