Planets

What gravity is this

or, what matter are you

that I find myself drawn to your center, 

yes, down to my very core?

When they failed to define us as planets any longer,
the loneliness hung between us
but not shared at first, it was just
there -

and facing our separate worlds abandoned,

we cling to each other
afraid at once that
this orbit will last forever
and yet also that it will end

we trace the patterns in our wary heartbeat
(more like constellations than just a lone star,)
we allow the void to empty into our palms
(more like stillness than just dark,)

until your breath becomes my universe
and my quiet becomes your song