Thunder in a Bottle
Let’s slide between the&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 
sheets of eternity and
Oblivion orging ourselves on 
Pistachio gelato and conversational 
		Snafu
Tangling ourselves in tangents and 
		Inhaling	
			Stardust in cosmic proportions
You were the thunder to my lighting—
		Striking from above and below—
While you pure, never touching the ground

I spoke tongues in your presence 
		Spinning curve ***** of diction for assonance’s sake
I hoped my words were spaceships
	Someday I’ll understand you or 
just stop trying.