even when your stem has dried up
and can no longer support you
even when your petals wilt and blacken
and are carried away by the wind

i will love you no less
than when you first bloomed

as jupiter sat on the horizon
neptune had entered its orbit
i resurfaced
under the impression that the
seasons have reordered
and ruling was altered

i was simply testing the waters
but you were fishing for love

and never once did i picture myself
becoming cosmic dust
but when you reeled me to shore
and took your arrow to my heart
my fate was decided

foolish me
could not tell
black from blue
and as you continued to search
i continued to bleed
soon to be recycled
in the stars

praxinoscope-théatres and chatelaines
vinaigrettes and salt sets
strawberry grabbers and victorian dress lifters
inkwells and i

how foolish of of us
to believe we would
have a purpose

how foolish of us
to believe that we would
ever be of use again

as our hearts cross paths in an illusion
i am convinced that neptune has met mercury
and the stars have aligned as desired
but the reality of the cosmos
is not what i had hoped
a supernova for my thoughts
as i wish to obliterate the sorrow

the maiden will never meet the fish
because gills are destined for waves
and lungs are destined for land
i pray our souls, that are soon to be stardust
are fated to fall to the same surface
and your woven heart salvages
my breathless body

my expectations are high
praying to the galaxy
to alter its ruling
the seasons will reorder
my constellation resides next to yours
fulfilling the desire
to be truly in love with you