Collide And Diminish

The room transforms,
yet it remains the same as ever.

Where there had once been
several warm bodies,
there is now nothing
but time and space,
on the verge of freezing.

Space becomes nonexistent,
and time becomes but
something out of a dream.

But how could it exist in dreams,
for right now, I dream
my greatest and most cherished dream.

Further collision,
and further diminishing
of the concept of space itself.

Space exists not between us.

For we merge.

We are one.

We are whole.

We are here.

Morning Lilt

You kiss me softly while
I gently caress your shoulder
to the lilt of the stereo,
set against a backdrop
of a quiet, Sunday morning.

Dust, filtered in morning sunshine,
wafting in the warm air,
and then,
into the spaces between our fingers,
until we clasp them
together tightly.

Your fingers,
interlocking with mine,
an ill-fitting puzzle.

But what more could I ask for?

Nothing that could be better
than this morning
full of stereo, dust and sunshine.

Stars

Tonight I have

traversed the galaxy,

this time

not alone,

though it was only

for a fleeting moment,

nothing else existed,

just you,

and I,

and the stars all around us.

You love me, and I find you still a spirit beautiful and bright, yet I am I, who long to be lost as a light is lost in light.

-I Am Not Yours, Sara Teasdale