…into a beautiful nebula

I was yearning for something, something
that that I always thought could never be mine
a love, I had never experienced
that was always out of reach and always galaxies away
and then suddenly, there was you, looking deep into my eyes
in the moment, I trembled
and I felt the mists of longing circling in silence around me
the caress of gravity, as your nebula circled me
your touch, gentle against my skin
my many wounds, my many scars
fragments of long-lost stars, restored by the look in your eyes
as time unravelled around us, a silent supernova, bloomed in me
I was drowning in the ebb and flow of the rising tides of desire
terrified of my body’s response
to your ever gentle touch quietly burning me to ashes
I surrendered to the collapse, the sacred implosion
of becoming a celestial inferno and yet, I felt no pain
just as a dying star, pieces of me
one by one, were breaking away
drifting in the abyss, of your arms
I whispered your name into the trembling darkness
an ethereal awakening
my own personal galaxy, my constellation of love
where in your orbit I learned
that even dying stars can remember how to shine
the ripples of the afterglow still lingered upon my skin
you looked deep into my depths
into the windows of my soul and I saw you for who you are
the master of dark matter and I am just a lonely star
that you have transformed into a beautiful nebula
© Ann Bagnall