My sweet serendipity,
Oh, love’s gratifying punchline
never failing to spring the downward corners of my mouth
into crescent moons toward a twinkling sky
of dwindling taurus constellations.
Time may not exist in space,
my jealousy weaves through the galaxies,
but it manifests in my world as a limitation for
feelings of splendor
as it took away the pleasure in oxygen I had selfishly gotten used to.
Foolish of me to believe I’d never feel those horns
pushing against my back
to ****** me off the face of the universe.
Silly girl, believing change and trust were not
friends of the stars I had only ever seen in perfect alignment,
and that time was endless for those on Earth as well.
Time was ruthless,
a severe perpetrator of my indecisive, messy mind
of jumbled stars that either exploded or died from time to time.
And, just as the stars above, those still on Earth
only noticed their deaths eternities afterwards.
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Serendipity shows itself;
surrenders to our intergalactic game of hide and seek
and dances around my fingertips.
Independent entities, serendipity connected the dots.
A little girl screamed she could see the light through the telescope;
The instauration of a beautiful friendship.
Relieved at last by the curls of my mouth
as I could have never escaped the image of yours.