3.

i like to think of us
                     as infinite

cosmic
  in proportion
measureless by any means
  individual supernovas
greeting each other
        igniting simultaneously
it was
    compression
from which we were freed

and
when curious scientists
ventured
    into oblivion
we were brighter
     than any shining star
                in the sky
    glow worms
illuminating
     the walls
  of sunken caves
hidden somewhere
     peaceful and ruined
like Atlantis
or
(maybe all these metaphors
           are just stories to
             secretly tell you
           this is how i lose lose myself in your stare
           it is what i see
          tenderly sprouting
                         in your eyes)