At times, I retreat to the universe we created
marvel at the galaxies that were born from that intense heat
emanated by the passion while sculpting that love.
A love cultivated in uncertainty however as real as matter,
providing energy for two celestial bodies
that when together like protons, electrons always cause explosions.
A man has no yearning
To visit Mars when he’s been to Venus.
He’ll forever be enslaved
To the dilation and constriction
Of the Iris experienced when the Zenith is reached.
Leaving him green with envy
Navigating in a sea
As vast as Jupiter’s red spot
The return to earth is always bitter sweet
Have to rely on the 5 senses
Until our orbits trajectories meet
Knowing the one thing that’s crystal clear…
When you know someone so well that you’re alerted of their presence by the sound of their footsteps, it’s impossible for them to walk out of your mind.