Stars

If mother earth is our mother than the stars are our great ancestors

Stars
if the stars could talk
and tell you their story
how they dreamed their whole lives of you
and me
how they cried, craved to give birth
how they had to break away from their own mothers
to leave
the womb themselves
in a fiery of pain and fly out into the emptiness of space
how they understand
that we are all lonely.
Oh beautiful blue stars
crying stars
turning stars in my belly
hungry to drink your cum
and pull it in
again and again
to send us back to their dreams
to create us
to be with us again
to dance with us in our shudders
and break out of us in our screams
to let us see them again
feel their souls
and know they are with us
they miss us.
Oh sad stars
we have gone so far from you
how hard we try to waltz back
to you
to see you
to make new life
as we fight crumbling back into the rocks of you.
We eat your fire
we bask in your heat
and yet feel you have forsaken us
what a tragedy
our predicament
to be so close
and to feel always
so far away