Poem by Meaghan Cursons
Photo by Jennifer Brazil

Curled against you under the night sky
your touch reminds me
that my flesh is made
from the spark and dust
of inaccessible stars

Dawn takes a deep breath
and pulls us close
whispering promises
I will be back, soon,
with the ideas you planted

Life bursts into flower
without warming
our tangled hair
keeps no secrets
as we blush at the rising sun