you leave the radio on.
My arms and legs move
over the warmth of your shape.
My body sees you glowing infra-red.
radio voice is a long way off
and I have followed
where space becomes time,
beyond all that is easily real, I'm drifting
across the blank black skies
astronomers have photographed,
filtered back billions of light years
to images of galaxies forming,
nebulae twitching at the birth of stars.
astronomers want the Beginning,
sudden flash or slow eruption
that started Life.
they deepen and lengthen exposures
to capture Before Lifeanother blank black expanse
or a drone, a buzz waiting to go off?
want a photo of our space
not just before you left
when we lay here together
but right back to the start and beyond: before
this bed was made, before its tree was born,
when our love was out there, humming.