We’re a queer thing, you and I,
the universe and my small self.
We make love; we speak,
but I’ve never told you
what it’s like for me.
I want to say it now:
I grow within you, in the thick
But I dream about your point of view.
And something tells me you’re alive
within the electric starry sky
that is my brain, whispering,
“That’s what I see, too.”