Seven planets are falling as she smiles—
her body is solar, unyielding charge.
Her silence is clean, organic shock—
her voice a quiet ripple, a balmy universe.
Love particles worm holes between our worlds.
Our bodies blossom to wishes and concerns.
We cry like earth.
We laugh like sun.
We rise.
We fall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem