Silence grows in the space between us:
Longer a truth unsaid, wider the distance.
A centre of gravity, our nucle[us] divides,
Living cell in mitosis or double yolk fried.
Either way, our inner galaxies spin apart,
Expand, never to re-klein their way back.
I delve into depths of darkest mystery, as
You, maestro of surfaces, deign to reflect.
Replicating ourselves, we remain separate,
our halved vortices coalescing individually.
Within my starry eyes you picture yourself,
As I, dearest fool, plummet from your shelf.
YOU ARE READING
Out of this Earth
PoetryMusings on the luminous sometimes whimsical world of human love: Bring your heart to the Garden for a feast of Earthly delights but come prepared for unexpected twists and dark turns along the way.
