A Part of the Universe

Every night I pull out the blank book
and I sketch on it each line of your face

I can never get it quite right
and it is paradise
to mull over every curve, lips, brow, cheek,

neck

nothing straight or fixed

You're made of small sections of planetary orbits
that my finger traces through the night sky

Because of you I am a part of the universe
and we intersect with each curve
witnessing the awesome.

My God...My God...
Oh!