XI

Nuraiym Kossybak

You are a Star Rover,

and I, a galaxy.

You travel all around the universe,

and I am caged by my gravity.

You are a Star Rover,

and I, a satellite.

In pursuit of tangency,

stubborn to burst, I circle

spinning around your route.

You are a Star Rover,

and I, a moon.

In my rivers your

hot flashes groove.

You, too, are caged.

You are a Star Rover. Colder

than the ice stones you’ve seen, harder

than the hearts you’ve broken I am

a star.

And I am caged by your gravity.

You are a Star Rover, and I,

the shade of your light

wanders in my insides, my cavities,

calming the calamities of my heart,

burning the riots of the dark.

You are a Star Rover. And I

am a verse. I disappear, immerse

in the song in your ear. Still,

you hear my whistle

hover in your pulse.

You are a Star Rover.

Unbound by life,

you cross my slant, and leave

the stardust for memory.