The Lovers – A Poem

The Lovers

Both bodies are mature
Glittering in their stars
Survivors of a thousand explosive dances
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
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.

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