this soft cell,
colonizes my arms.
The ribs of the cradle
breathe empty now.
Nova is a star
leant only to the morning,
to guide first sun across the horizon
and illuminate the lavender sky.
This singular colony of cells,
a living breathing form,
with all the bright promise of morning
and the final glimmer of starlight
leaves his baby glow
along the crest of each new day
to light the places we once were joined,
the spaces he once filled.