Miss Universe

You and I are impossible

to understand, far from tangible sight

and inconceivable to ancient astronomers.

You and I are glorious

and bright, delighting in the night

as the world slumbers unknowing of

our wondrous embrace.

You and I are forever

infinite, approaching fast

the cold abyss of nothingness

but tis better to spin in vast orbits

all on our own

than be swallowed by

hateful misunderstanding.

Let us traipse the galaxies

without worry, without care

traversing comet tails

and asteroid belts

that we’ll fumble with

as we laugh,

disregarding the far, far

gone humanity.

Let us shed our earthly habits,

what use have I for a world

where I cannot kiss

nor dance with the one I

would give every star

every sun, every moon,

every supernova,

for one breathless moment

to awake to?