- The Lovers – A Poem
The Lovers Both bodies are mature Glittering in their stars Survivors of a thousand explosive dances Yet All models show Despite the silent infinity of space Entanglement is inevitable The rough gravitations will circle first Fingertips tease til Sparkling arms lock. They will dance Enchained. At their hearts, black holes One will consume the other. The only question is which is more thirsty?
I wrote The Lovers a number of years back. It is in some ways a poem of meditations on how even behavior can be viewed as a fractal pattern.