Astronauts
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You'll make a spaceman out of me yet,
baby boy,
make me press to your back
like some redundant tattoo,
an astronaut to your astronaut
heart beats beating morse code rhythm
to a shoulder blade,
constellations in smooth skin.
Galaxies of freckles,
snores that rumble through my body,
the string theory of your chest hair,
sunlight travelling lightyears on umbilical cord train tracks
(your belly to my hand)
just to rest in my bone marrow,
run electric light lines through my stomach.
When I hold you,
knees folded under knees,
I have a whole universe in my arms
and I'm punch-drunk-blessed
by the stars in my arms,
the sun shining shadow puppet mythologies through my bones
sending rays to light a universe,
like some newborn god
overwhelmed by the world hatching at his fingertips.














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... I thought I would say that to make you feel better.
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Believe: Believe in all you love--
hear, the Prince of Peace is crying
--and know that it will win; of
everything that's fighting,
only peace can win over
all. Only peace is wanted by the unknown soldier.
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Since you said adorable I thought I would make you feel better by calling you a adorable sexy badass.
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Believe: Believe in all you love--
hear, the Prince of Peace is crying
--and know that it will win; of
everything that's fighting,
only peace can win over
all. Only peace is wanted by the unknown soldier.
--
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Let's try some stuff:
"the string theory of your chest hair,"
You know how everywhere in the news they talk about string theory - well when I read string theory anywhere I immediately think of the fashionable news articles that I dislike. This has nothing to do with critique, I'm sorry.
I think it's brilliant. I'm having difficulties thinking of good critique for 'string theory' and 'like a newborn god' (the two bits I mildly dislike) since I end up arguing both sides of the possibilities with myself and you're probably very happy with both lines. Good day.
I don't like the newborn god line either. It seems more than overdone. But the feeling I had at the precise moment the poem is about is much huger than I was able to put into words. And I did feel like I had the whole universe in my arms, I couldn't think of any creature besides a god who'd be able to embrace something so large. So if you wanna argue both sides somewhere I could read them, I'd be grateful...
But if you don't, I thank you for what you've already said.
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'God' connotes religion directly, to me, rather than awe and hugeness. You move from the intimate 'knees folded under knees,' to the all-encompassing, which is really nice, but that God word sticks in my mind instead of the other beautiful phrases. It also drags up 2001 with monoliths and the psychodelic foetus scene. What would I replace it with to retain the move from small to as-big-as-it-gets? I might try to avoid God and stick with an atheist approach somehow invoking space-time, like creating a new time dimension, or something. But I have no idea how to write that without being really corny. God is simple and works; my preconceptions are to blame for attaching less excellent meanings.
I see what you mean about string theory, but I can't think of anything that fits better.
Just because I'm not heeding your suggestions doesn't mean I don't appreciate them, by the way. I think they're great.
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