Strings
I spoke the stars
Your mouth made into
a language of galaxies
spinning something
out of voids of nothing
You plucked the strings
I lay before you
delicate
with reverberations
begging ruminations
each flickers
of the little
banded lines
a new world
an apocalypse
Whipping up
Death to life
and life to death
You crafted
a universe
from my breath