blue star in virgo

the vibration of clusters
brings me broken rocks of radiation
can two vast galactic voids
bring matter together from pieces?
the ephemeris reads - never quite aligned
　
our ecliptic detachment covers graphic attraction
we say we don't need it
when your sky is full
of propulsion systems for course correction
and sighing supernova reactions
　
mercury and venus, I am caught by your shadow
as I look to the sun,
a magnetic tug, between celestial legs
yes your dark blanket on top of me
your orbit off center, mine going backwards
　
we've talked of inanimate intimacies
left plasma debris on the back seat
I don't fake space landings and I'll leave
all my weeping words hanging on a star
that burns out.