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Time and Space and Love

Fly us to the moon where we never have to breathe The chaff and flare of petrol in an urban ghetto seethe; Our love, such vital oxygen, feeds each of us as one, Sustains the pure conceptual time and space continuum. Inhaling in our fibres, golden clouds of lunar dust, Sweet galactic voices gently telling that we must Embrace the fireball sun blazing on the face of Mars, With her black and auburn tentacles claiming for the stars. The solar winds may freeze our skin and drown away our sighs, Despite chromatic visors, comets blind our seeing eyes, And we may fall to silver knees and pray at some abyss To let the dawn light find us locked in one eternal kiss. Our love burns as the sun in space, no vacuum of ashes, Just the meeting of our lips and the flutter of eyelashes; Black holes may form and eat the world, yet let us leave a sign, For as the stars, though dead and gone, this love forever shine.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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