you are a singularity of love and fear
boiling quarks and quasars coiled tight
thermonuclear thoughts each night

i am a yawning, dark emptiness
a void of dark matter, silently absorbing light
just behind an event horizon of love

if this abyss could somehow absorb your quasars
your entropy, your heat death
and all the plasma that plagues you
without eating away your love,
then finally the quarks in my heart could fuse into electrons
and protons, and neutrons
and hydrogen, and stardust
and the joy that this void could avoid your boiling—
but then i wouldn’t be empty anymore