We met by star lust, shared a drink or two
Our worlds colliding, differing night as day,
Drawn together by dark matter’s murky glue,
Sheer cataclysmic impact, now what to say?
Had I but there a cigarette to light
To burn the awkward stillness of the gloom:
You will ask, ‘will we meet again tonight?’
Black holian shadows oppressive as a tomb.
I state my silence, love is deep as skin—
No comet bright to burst through passions door,
Just the lingering scent of telluric sin
Meteoric clothing strewn upon the floor.
I grope and grasp and dress my naked frame
Of love or lust, what heart should bear the blame?
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