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Space Date

Cosmic Love

By Craig BorzellecaPublished 3 years ago 2 min read
Space Date (Poetry)

We’re in space

I know you from taste.

Gravity normally holds me grounded.

This music, this rhythm...

My God what the sound did.

Chemicals joining the jugular, in with the flood of blood, bring me up and then down wind.

Radio frequencies, I know what you seek of me...

I know it’s just, your makeup of chemistry.

Born that way,

From the father of a president, a King, and a mother that was heaven sent, she sings...

The most beautiful, courageous chords and words that only I was privileged to ever have hea

Legs dangling off of a comet,

we sit with a telescope

Watching the amazement

as the people point and watch where the blaze went.

Veer left of that star and park by the moon

Sit and watch the Earth spin for a minute or two.

Fuck with the time,

a finger changes everything for miles when you’re twisting that dial.

A chuckle…

unbuckle these cosmic seat belts

Put a hot shovel to the moon and watch how the meat melts.

Uncover some more of life’s mysteries and histories, excitement; I can’t wait to share where the light went.

Through fiber optic digital anomalies, like pac man in the sk collecting molly from molly trees, FOLLOW ME!

Ill take you on a journey your never thought possible,

instead of doing what they all did, we cleverly sought what not to do.

Changed it up, poured out half the cup, pessimistically optimal.

Now, this is the part of the ride I spoke about,

throw your hands up and let go of what normally holds you out

Were almost at the top now,its quite calm before it gets stormy.

Reach the peak, take a peek,

ignore your gut instinct to reach, hold on and sit back in your seat.

I’m here I’m with you,

I’ve survived this ride before

and I refuse to miss you.

Now we’re a bullet, fired with a purpose, a missile,

seeking only what’s worth it

The cup overfillith, its ok to spill it, were shrapnel, spreading the sky, we kill it.

Kill what kills and birth what thrills, COOL it, that parachute cord….wait….DON’T…..pull it.

Trust me please not just yet, this free fall will GET BETTER YET.

Open your eyes and soul and see where life and death met, feel it, the rush, the warm air the wind, blush flush against your skin.

Fear resides…the worst part ends,

you’re glad you stuck through it, new friends.

Now, that cord you forgot about, the one both hands clench to, now PULL IT.

Can you see? All along safety was a front,

this protection not necessary, only a want.

PROLIFIC motion……..gliding all the way in,

softly we land on the beach of the PACIFIC ocean.

Humble we win…..

and all you can say is…..

again…..again.

love poems

About the Creator

Craig Borzelleca

www.gregzellcreations.com

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