love in the world of science
if two stars collided, would it mean the end of my world?
or would it just mean that two living things -
two fiery passionate breathing things -
touched each other again, without me?
i am asking to be a part of the equation.
the x or y or z. cross me out. relegate me.
but for a moment i would like to be important.
a pawn. a variable. etched in with pencil hands.
whomever. saint or sinner. add or subtract me.
more or less. sunlight, moonlight. do the old dance.
where we love, or don’t love. but the thought is there,
a variable, a butterfly flitting in and out,
saying catch me, catch me, catch me.
and i’m getting the update. it might be the end.
if i were held, i mean. like a pencil in a tender fist.
like i am a theory that’s yet to be all sorted out
but it’s rumbling in their head like a good song.
i had a dream where it didn’t end this way.
where there was more darkness and rain
humming in our bodies. i’m still dreaming,
in that soft violence, in colors that stain,
but i’m starting to see. that there’s a rhythm
to all of this. that there’s a tide
and i’m on my way to shore.
that i can’t stop moving or i’ll miss it,
the bus stop, the taxi cab, the train station
that takes me up up up to love.