supernova
by Pearl Joseph
& when we were bones
aching dry
overtook us
you, a cocoon above, brittle like
death, you were endless
cobweb ashes hurling
out
of an urn,
a whisper: off the lip of a cliff &
you Were newborn,
wisps of hot pink flushes
and twirling
skirts of hydrogen
ripples in the silk of space
outstretched
under
the earth
gravity tugging closer
fleshy heat itching Until
you Blossomed with a chorus of a
thousand suns,
& we
listened, knowing we,
too, could begin again.