History of the Cosmos

When you turned your head, my heart tapped my head. It said. RUN. I don't know where this one is from. He's gonna render you dumb. Your lungs will become numb. Paralyzed in his eyes. His words are like diamonds, Sending rays of light. Enlightened. Silence. Indicted my heart to the island of your enticement. RUN. Then my feet unable to leave said, He's perfect. The man of my dreams. To which my head said, Give me a minute. Disbelief. You. My love motif. And I shot through the atmosphere like a angel propelled by light. Leaving wings behind I soared and the universe began to demonstrate. Stars took shapes, taking breaths, in an attempt to explicate. You. The how of loving you is a mystery. The depth of loving you is seen only in the eyes of furthest reaching nebular sea. The possibility is life defying. You. Are mystifying. I'm left with my heart hanging on stars. Time travelling through the universe, looking for reservoirs. Mementos of the memories we never made. Petrified. Afraid. I'll love you from here. Because I may lose you out there. From here, our love is pristine. Caught up in the unforeseen quarantine of the in between. In between. You. And me. Then my heart tapped my head And said, Approach with caution. To which my head responded. Love like a Jedi. Love from the other side of the veil. Love from the cosmos will not fail. Inhale. Exhale. Under your spell. Impaled. Hopeless expanse. Derailed. Then you turned your head. And the universe began to concentrate. Compiling every memory into the space between you and me. Compacting every molecule in existence between you and me. And now, I know how love and black holes grow. www.dejapoetry.com