Birth Chart

I’m not surprised by the million traces of you in my birth chart, but I am amazed that anything would be bold enough to attempt keeping us apart.

They’ve lost before they’ve begun.

My planets exalt you.

Jupiter in the Fifth House and Saturn in the Eighth.

Capricorn stelliums in sacred degrees; clustered, collected, controlled chaos.

Maximum spirit strengthened by maximum grounding. An image of wholeness.

I was born in the evening, but you shine morning light on the entire garden.

Constellations of daisies and passionflower, rose petals filling in the space between each scintillating star.

Your sacred hands wrote your soul on mine in dragon’s blood. No sacrifice, just ink given freely for a sacred contract and a proud dragon with a wound that healed as instantly as it was opened.

And I know that you see me in all 12 of your houses, even when they’re empty.