I kiss your lips and enter heaven:
Soft as sand and warm as Devon.

I’m taken out of my body
Down a long dark tunnel.
Your lips to me are lingering trunnels.
I go into a bright black hole,
Almost losing my soul:

Just wish this kiss
Would last for ever.
It’s something I
Don’t want to sever.

But there we’ve done.
Oh what a crime.
We’ll have to wait
Until next time.

Paul Butters

© PB 3\9\2017 (2nd poem of the day). 1st stanza split into two and slightly re-arranged 4\9.

My heart’s pumping,
My brain’s starting gun has fired,
Watching Stephen Hawking on TV
Has made me feel inspired.

He’s working out the laws of the Universe,
The mysteries of creation to unravel,
I still haven’t fully grasped the rules
Of either Monopoly or Scrabble.

He agrees that the Universe is made from string,
As the Super String Theory suggests,
Whilst I thought string was only good
For making fishing nets and vests.

He’s trying to work out what happened
Fourteen billion years in the cosmological past,
I can’t even work out what happened to myself,
The Friday before last.

He’s mathematically calculating what happens
On the edge of a Black Hole,
I’m mathematically struggling with additions,
And my seven times table.

Despite my lack of brain power, I’m inspired
To challenge Stephen Hawking’s theoretical Big Bang,
Surely if the Universe is made of Super String,
It would have been more of a Big Twang?

True love
A star in a vast constellation
Moon casting pearlescent light
Why this star?
Why me?
You chose my light every single time
In every singularity
Not space-time but love-hate
Love for the way I hang on every grace of your crescent lips on my terrestrial body
Hate for the way I yearn for your warmth like the earth needs the sun
Not to survive but to thrive
Luminescence of our feelings mix like gases in a nebula
Creating an array of magnificent colours
Beautiful, precious but irretrievable
Just like you cannot see atoms, you could not possibly perceive the depth of love
Spanning the galaxy
Stretching across the universe
Electrical energy buzzing around its nuclear attraction
Neutral entities palpable but non effectual
I'm inside you and you are inside me
****** into nowhere:
A black hole swallowing gas, atoms, planets, stars
Your love engulfs me like you engulf everything
Comets move towards you
The Milky Way deserves you
The stars are clustered around you
Desperate to absorb your light
You engulf all
Always,
We do this forever
Just as atoms have been around since all time
And the stars will shine for billions of years
We are past and future
But your love is always present

                                                        ­                      -k.g

My heart is a black hole now that you're gone
I lay awake in my bed at night
Thinking about what we used to be
How we made love right here
And when you used to sleep next to me
I think about you in bed at night
And cry myself to sleep

You say you see
comets in my eyes.
They spark to life
and quickly die
like the light that
used to ignite
inside my chest.
A starshine fire that
would burn at the edges
of a darkness that seeps
through the cracks of
my atmospheric breaths.
My lungs collapse like
planets that come to rest
in the black hole that grows
inside my heart;
what I once could love,
falls apart.

Practically disbelieve prophetic sustenance
Pre exist convince self sacrifice austerity
Lead solitary lonely strife unravel dysfunction
Slowly impede on sanities senses spirit bend
Empath way to escape betray forgive pain
Obey Frey free from Cain disintegrate
Holy guardianship vindicate Lord Lucifer
Emancipate misused divinity behoove
Sacred energy bitterly keep on enlightened
Sorcery face El-light what immaculate forgery
Divine Sphere of influence follow through
Underworld Godspeed enchant exuded kneads
Forbidden prayers left lay Ilahi arrest turn off Sylph

Proof that,
  sun,
is singularity

Black holes...
and sunspots
are,
     "black."

So Icarus,
the first attempt,
      at
       -time-travel.