and I will unzip my sternum,
pull open my flesh and ribs
and show you that black space
inside of me, scattered with
burning stars, cosmic dust, spiral
galaxies, all manner of comet and stone.

Goddamn, you’ll say.

Now show me yours, I’ll say.

We’ll dance hand in hand to violins and horns,
two universes breathing parallel and in sync.
Hell, we may even crash together
and become something familiar
and altogether new, something full of life.