Make eye contact a second too long
Don't smile
There it is.
He'll see white knuckles, gripped edges
A piece of universe between her
shoulder blades
He'll feel a supernova, gutter groans
heat of the heavens in a flash
Look away, and back
there it is. Waiting
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 12:05 AM UTC