White Hole
White Hole (c) 2025 by Russ Dodson
You are the massive white hole at the center of my soul,
ever giving, never exhausted,
fulfilling all the needs I never even knew I had,
just as I reflect back the things that you desire or need.
When you speak my name love, somehow I always know.
My love for you? Expanding like our private universe;
we swallow and consume all errant starstuff within reach,
converting mass to energy (E=MC squared)
from which then are created endless swirling galaxies,
that in turn reflect back to the cosmos
the glorious beauty of our sacred souls.
No mere black hole could ever stand a chance.
Copyright © Russell Dodson | Year Posted 2025
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