Buried deep in the cosmos,
Embedded in the Phoenix constellation,
There are two stars adorning our names,
If only just a capitalist hoax.
We are those binary stars,
Born from the same ash and dust.
A symbol of our many similarities,
Yet each still shines uniquely.
They are held together by
One common center of gravity,
Orbiting each other,
Leaning into their celestial dance.
We twirl here cautiously,
Just out of reach but arms outstretched
To provide a helping hand,
A soft place to land when falling.
Yet both are still too afraid to touch,
Afraid we will burn the other.
As time marches on,
A deep tenderness continues to draw us in,
And I remain blanketed in your warmth,
Coated in your comforting light.
Time and trust will work their magic
Until we become one star.
Joined hand in hand, fueled by love,
Shining brightly if only just for us to see.
It is based off a gift meant for someone special. She has a love for stars. So I named two stars after us but I never gave her the gift. But they were binary stars/twin stars. Slightly different but I felt like we were very similar to how those stars form. Our similarities related to the twin stars which are born from the same gases and dust while we had a center of gravity like binary stars, something pulling us back together. The named stars are in the Phoenix constellation. Resembled two things for me: how we both have been through hell and back but came out on the other side and that our love was reborn from ashes. The poem almost wrote itself. But no, not a part of a poetry club.