What magic exists in a kiss?
Her eyes were plagiarized from
The stars
I saw constellations in her smile
That told future stories
Of the myths we would write
As we traversed the globe
Every strand of hair like
Dark matter
Inexplicable in its gravity
And bereft of earthly calculations
The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes
Like solar rays
At first I circled her like
Cosmic dust falling into a black hole
But when she took my hand,
I became forever lost behind
The event horizon of her soul
Until she expelled me
Like gamma rays
Across the expanse
Left alone to dance
With other phenomena
Obliterated
A cloud of plasma
Glowing dull
With no form.
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