i am simply a black hole,
a void of nothingness
the beginning itself
but all that changes when you
make love to me
you make art out of my guts,
painting nebulas and stardust
in your personal canvas
galaxies & planets spill out of me,
the rumble of our hips clash,
cries escape from our mouths
we're heard throughout
the highs of heaven,
and the lows of space
fateful, the stars aligned
defying the logic of physics
you are my God,
fore it did not take you six days
to create the universe inside of
my womb
and rumor has it, there is a constellation
in space of us, our bodies drawn by stars,
mimicking the way we made love
and birthed the cosmos
