i am a sentimental physicist. observing the gravity of emotion. noting the subtle lensing of light, as it filters passed you and distorts my star weary eyes. i must crunch the equations & check them twice before i don aluminum, endure your endless cold, & shoot for your moon.• ○.
⁂⁖ . the mass effect of you consumes. hypothesis: your spirit’s path is visible light, racing towards a cosmic wall; to decorate galactic sky as microwave impressionism. •°.
. to make sense of your dark, i spend my nights measuring boundless black matter that surrounds us. enraptured by the scented skyline prophesying: jet propulsion, serenaded, and lemonade rainfall; Armageddon upon another acid planet. your pain upon the reaches still unpinned by travelled telescopes; dying technologies making me jealous of all the places where the universe sees the parts of you i am physically incapable of being. ° •.
⁖⁕ . as love moves in ellipticals it eclipses my heart, eventually. always, the awe never ceases to inspire me. invokes my muse. devote my life to translating the beauty of its euphoria into the English vernacular. ceaselessly. to release the burden of it’s memory like the sun burned into my retinas. i compose & compute each intangible equation. nuance comprises itself onto endless notations. converting numbers, filtered through my limbic system, into colloquial prose. closest words to illustration, as my cerebellum can surmise. • . •°.
•. code the sentences unto my poems; my theories of everything. presenting my poetry to everyone as my thesis. phantoms obsessing my mind my only tangible evidence. am i still the only person who can see how perfect we are? the only person who sees our future written in the stars?
for you i am a tequila sunrise; for you i am heartbeat panging through the pages of schoolgirl crush notebook. kissing crux of neck bone crest collar, soft and warm as morning bread. . • . ⁕ you are at least 6′ tall. i blink. . * i am sure. ⊹
. ⨀ i say: starlight you are sunshine ✧ . and i love you like buttercups. i write you sonnets and give you heartbeat ✧ gift wrapped in its parchment. . . ⋆
you grow 10′ taller. you are menace and i am mouse.
i tell you i am falling from your eyelash. * you grow larger. 20′ tall now. . •· 13 miles you crest everest. ⋱ . i go to hold your hand but i’m a lonely golden pebble. you ask the clouds a favor; to blow their wind and push you away. . º ⊹ you are leaving. i will stay. i tell you i need you. i feel nothing. ·• ⁖ •․ i am in the stratosphere; floating * . i am a helium balloon and you are shrinking. º
⋆ you are dusking sunset . . through bleary eye slits . and it is getting cold here. ⋰ star sparkle my vision sun sinking . º backlit dropping… ⊹ . ◐ • you are · ˚ ✷. ⁞ … my lover? ⊹ ⫶ · ˚ ⊹. you are · º ∶ ˚ ⁕ …my height now. ·• ∶ no. you are smaller. ✧ you are sprawling pacific ocean. * whole life ahead of you.
∶ ⊹ * · · ˚ ✷. . º i am drifting alone. i still love you. · . you are orange melodrama, ⊹ . · you are marmalade paintings on still-life ocean surface. you are the west ⊹ * · · ˚ ✷. ✧ ∗ • . · • .
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✧ and i am gone. ∗ • . ∗ ⁕⊹ * · · ˚. ✧ ∗ • .
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every constellation becomes a new map evolving and i am only marrow you can see right through me. i am an open book and you are diary entry. ∗ . ⊹
. • startling the starlings with my stories. ∗i regale earth’s ******* mud, her jewel weeds,
dandelion wish clouds, and the way you kept together everything. ∗ . ⊹
. • furloughed like an arrow. you sentenced me to no-thing. bone marrow bow flung me with the bow crafted of my own heart strings. sorry. i couldn’t make it to the moon by morning. i hope the darkness wasn’t so bad. i hope you missed me.
–six pm | *furloughed
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A style I've been perfecting since 2016. I love to blend visual art with my poetry.