29/365 : stardust

i wrote a poem in my head in my bed last night
after i cried myself sightless and small
in his strong bold hold

sometimes, when i orgasm,
the image of myself in my mind
whittles down to a small black coin
flat, collapsed, eternal

i open my eyes and can't see myself
outside or inside
there's nothing to find
but release--

stardust, emptied
and free