I love you
like an eternally expanding universe
seen with the clarity
of a thousand Hubble telescopes
your swirling galaxies
artful nebula
tranquil skies
your solid core
I love you
in molten tongues
calling from the void
two nuclear souls
colliding
every atom undone
fused together
to make one
I love you
until the thread is cut
my free-falling light
so high on your atmosphere
reshaped by your gravity
a meteorite wish
sweet ashes
to your dust
*In Teutonic mythology, the soul is a star attached to the ceiling of the sky with a thread spun at birth by Fate, represented as an old crone. Fate cuts the thread at the end of a life and the soul falls, becoming a shooting star.