We climbed through the stars until we arrived at heaven
staircase
surrounded by stars.
Alone in the
night, I can
almost taste the
sick sweetness
of desire on my
tongue. Here. there's
nothing but the
blinding light of
eyes and galaxies
to make me feel
unwhole.
We don't know
where we're
walking, led by
the same blind faith
that keeps us
tethered to sanity.
We could die
before we reach
the moon, but
here in the
infinity, it doesn't
seem to matter.
I heard that you
were afraid of the
universe, of that vast
unwholeness that is easy
to choke on.
I've feared it too,
on the nights when
all you can see
are the stars and the
hotness of your own
breath.
It is hard to feel stable
when confronted by the
Once, years ago,
I passed by a tree
with a baby
stuck inside.
I heard its cries,
I think,
or maybe not,
because I kept
walking, walking
Months or decades later,
I saw the baby's
face on the front
page of the
newspaper, now
grown up.
Between the tangled
leaves and branches,
the baby had
made a home.
Maybe we too
could make a home here,
in this
also-inhospitable
environment,
on this staircase
surrounded by
stars. Or maybe,
we could keep
walking,
striding, stepping, stumbling
up this staircase
through the stars
and past the moon
until we make it to
whatever remains
of heaven.
I think I wouldn't
mind an eternity with you.