6
—
our promises are buried
beneath each crevice of the moon,
in the warmth of your mouth
live endless suns that I
orbit around.
your love is stars and galaxies
transient heavenly bodies
that shine brightly and
guide me through darkness
of this pitch black existence.
like the rings of saturn,
I dance around you softly,
almost breathlessly I admire
the vast existence of the
universe you hide within
your bones.
what will exist after you?
and what has before?
ardently I search for answers
like a maddened analyst,
thought in outmost reality
I don't care much to know
what they will be.
the now, the present
we both exist in this actuality
and I am more more
pulled in by your gravity,
like a comet roaming the corners
of eternity for something
more than the nothingness
i am engulfed in.
maybe I'll crash and burn you,
or maybe you'll burn me,
a red giant flaming hot
with sparks of finality
that'll make me obsolete.
when we clash we create dark holes,
but I'll be content to be space dust
and become vanished within you
than not be a part of you
at all.
