We are two nebulae*
across the galaxies that
chart our hearts,
the stars that mark
your freckles,
and the forever
in the length of your
smile.

We could create infinity
with the rip of
this black hole
our touch leaves
in its wake.

I would beg for this,
but, I am a lone, jaded solider
searching for a sun
full of candles,
and instead found
a golden God
full of this
lustrous feel.

I lost myself
in the shell
of his definition
of eternity.