Pixie

||: In a fit I stared at you
My moons to your stars
No negative space
us
between
Because the negative cannot define

Rather a tangerine and lilac nest
Where we rested
eye-to-I
Breath within breath
Immanence and transcendence
Spiraling up and out into
Indra's net

I harvested the jewels
halfway to infinity stopping
to see that each was replaced
by your tears

And within your tears
mirrors within mirrors
a lilac nest
and your moons
to my stars :||