quarrelling voids of singularity

Physics class, I looked across

pinpricks on skin

dry throat,

butterflies in spring

green grass glazed

the Canadian geese return : brown goosebumps circling

an uncommon attraction.

You speak to me about our relation

comparing it with the Sun’s growing light - of its dual nature

particles and waves - like us

two rare forms emerging from the same light?

Swayed by your lines,

your waterfall hands hold me - gently

pull me - intently

into a field in which we are just masses

like the geese creating

a blurring of lines - making frequencies align - until things from my

p o i n t o f v i e w

become your

p o i n t o f v i e w.

and then,

A gravitational presence always

when we were nearby.

So it’s only right that the light you saw in me

never arrived.