are you displacement but missing a delta
no- no, that’s not quite it, that’s cheap
and kind of ******. and i know you would much
prefer a period 400 years ago. so let me court you
according to the etiquette of those times
because in the infancy of this universe,
protons found electrons and made everything
from the way carbon monoxide and dihydrogen molecules
condense together in the dark to form stars, to form us, to form love
to the r-process nucleosynthesis that created most
of humanity’s favourite group-11 transition metal
through neutron stars colliding in a death spiral
gravity marrying their cores in suicide and rebirth
and that’s why i’d propose to you with a gold ring because
i’d like to cut us up, my anatomy is good and my scalpel hand is better
knit our arteries together, imitation of a binary star merger
and i’d call you a supermassive blackhole because
i’m inexorably drawn to you, swept up in the tempest of your love
because your smile shines brighter than the accretion disk
because the arrow of time snaps in half when we’re together
and i wish time dilation would occur like we’re in a singularity
because all the time in the world is still not enough when i am
selfish like this, when i have stardust condensed into soul in my hands
the flickering of my heart when you look at me like that. when the taste of you
lingers on my mouth, when all i can think about is becoming anchored
around the way your fingers fly across that harpsichord, the softness
in your devotion. so what i’m trying to say is that
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and i’m not quite poetic enough for a musician like you but i have a telescope for the stars in your eyes.