Andromeda
Two wandering particles
Travel between plains
Only to collide and recognise
A correlating absence
Atom rent of an electron
Positively screaming out
Through lines and art and books
Incorporeal but charged
We each become silky
In our language and our skin
Spun from limerence
On delicate fingers
A courting spits with poetry
The tongue of language
Gentle upon our eyelids
Caress in a cosmic simile
We mine seams of gleaming words
Of complex tangled lives
And finely woven loves
O, we’ll birth many moons
I decorate your shoulders
With stars of shining reverence
How elegant it feels
To fall into this wonder with you
What did I get right
To earn this prize
What could I have done
To summon this delight
Life snows on me
While it blooms on you
Silky as I slip
Between your stars…
Tomas Waters, 