go home to sleep in the yellow pulse of your heart

and all i have to offer / is flawed genitalia and a cry from a gull / far from home / we wanderers know / when we are no longer / wanted / all i am trying to say / is that i cupped the ocean in my belly / and birthed it / and you weren't there / you with your head of solar systems / i cupped you in my belly / and birthed you / convex and curious / you grew a planet inside your heart / and cultivated entire / forests / too much traffic in my veins / slowed to a sluggish halt / like when i touch you / i think / i am a space explorer / brushing the astral surfaces / of your otherworldly / body / i am a conglomeration / of unsafe spaces / and i have never felt gravity / instead / the earth / is pushing me away / i am saying / the moon was a better father to me / than mine /