love,
i wonder if we’ll see the day
our earth is swallowed by the sun?
“but it’s light years away” (you say)
no. not for those who know by name
the suns you burn into then never see again, and the spiraling into oblivion...
“but it’s light years away” you say
but gravity still pulls his thread
across the black abstract i’ve learned to love instead
“love, let’s promise us the zone between
the sun of all desire and the cold rock ring”