Love is in the shape of a law that allows for pain and perpetual twitterpation.
In the torus of a whipsmart affinity. Love unfurls like a petulant fog
beneath a clear sky of Nightfall’s empathy.
hoarding stars in fathomless boys without girls-
all the while, Filling a Void.
you can’t complain when The Universe
holds your tongue.

And You haven’t Rehearsed.