A poem about out space and the Universe

Universally yours she never bequeaths an empty womb
because she is space, containing the sparkle of all eternity
She is a matchstick sulphuric light that never extinguishes
but churns into the deep without dupe, full of blue

cherry bomb thoughts arrive at the base of my skull to rev
the fantasy of a magical combustion made by great intent
She's a star shine chit made for wishing, only jarred
by the purple hues of my dreams, she's quite a sight

universally ours she caresses our eyes with an explosion
of atoms and molecules alike. An element of chemistry
she's a wash bath of cool, like the sighs of an evening high
planetary surprises await while we barely open the gate

so transfixed are we by mundanity that we never deem
the mystery of her capacious heart. Only God is privy to
her masterpiece from on high. She is not a sophomore
but rather an antiquity that fascinates me to no end .

Feb. 20 2019