i holdĀ 

a galaxy between

my palms

 

the heat makes my

rings melt

and the black holes

suckle at my fingertips

and lap up the molten silver

that runs through the

crevices of my hands

 

extraordinary stars and planets

shine through the void

of the foggy edges

each a slightly different

color, unique,

and the hues blur and blend

together as i trace lines between

constellations with my eyes

 

i watch as the stars implode

and meteors streak

through the ethereal

leaving a flowing trail

that cools the orb i hold

like an ice cube dropped into

a steaming cup of tea

 

and all i am left with

is a stinging cheek,

fingers tipped with blue

and for a moment

the world is at peace


Photo: New Scientist