If I were a dinosaur, you'd be the asteroid.
the cataclysm of your might will blind my sight
so try as I may, with slight T-Rex arms
all the day, though never harmed,
as I stare at explosive light, impaired but charmed,
I will resolve to a serene extinction.

If I were a quasar, you'd be a black hole.
helplessly, not regretfully, I'd lose my mass
and unto you pass, my mind, and soul
all into a dark hole, with not a chance
of another dance in any universe I'd known before,
and so I now go to open the door.

If I were a tree-stump, you'd hold the axe.
maybe the wood of my trunk could be used for train tracks.
For as much as this poem is strange and bizarre
the bond that we share will be taking us far.