Blood Pearls

You share. You share us.
We swirl like fine smoke,
So fine winds pass us,

So fine the swooped curves
Of space and time pass
Right through us. The waves

We are don’t touch us.
You share us and you
Hold us, and you’re us,

But we aren’t you. Sprays
Too small for all but
Black holes to catch, we

Make those, too, give us
Back. We’re made of parts
Of you. We’re not of stars.