I don't actually have any introduction to this poem. It is a stream of consciousness poem, if such a thing can exist, and the "you" and "me" in the poem change with each mention.
It is about myself, it is about so many of my friends, it is about my fiance, it is about God, it is about humanity, it is about no one.
It's about beauty. It's about words. It's about the stars, because I am constantly thinking of the stars and constantly trying to write them out of the sky and into my bedroom. I want to be surrounded by light.
It's about light. It's about poetry. Here it is:
Bleed away
to clouds you
never knew existed.
The pupils of your eyes
have become stars, you
are always glowing,
you have become one
with the atmosphere,
with the space beyond.
Your veins are milky way,
and the moon—your heart—
pulls the tide of my being. Do not
ever believe you must
pull away from the heavens.