Astronomies

Neither the gentleness
            of your breath
nor the softness of your skin
            should go unsung
nor the mystery in your eyes
            at the low and splendid
rising of the moon

Five planets
            perfectly aligned
at daybreak
            should cause no greater stir
than your smile
            your curved lips 
at a tangent
            your heart pressed
against my heart

I brush your hair
            away from your temple
and beneath my fingers
            feel the warm flutter
of your pulse
            I stroke your cheek
hold in my arms
            the flesh shaped
from the flesh of stars
            though none ever shone
more brightly than you

This sky that stretches
            away from the earth
is our portal
            into the heavens
whence we came
            and where we belong

John Lyons