Entangled Orbits I

Entangled Orbits I


                        Unlike that pair of spiral galaxies

                        spinning off in opposite directions,

                        we have aligned to common gravities

                        by making our love the predilection,

                        and steering away from misconceptions.

                        Let’s acknowledge that dear, and let’s express

                        good will, fond feelings, tenderness, affection,

                        for you can’t elude me; we are enmeshed,

                        our inner pull will not be extinguished.

                        Just bend your orbit, adjust your wobble,

                        aim at a centred “me,” and replenish.

                        Then, roses will unbud in the bobbles

                                    of your eyes. If only you’d look at me

                                    in just that same way again. So we’d be.





The Big ‘She-bang’

The Big ‘She-bang’


                        First, we dreamt each other into seeing

                        you, with cupped hands, brimming o’er with insight.

                        A star, a sun! — shiny, luminous, bright:

                        a celestial birth; a new being.

                        You pushed the galactic darkness brewing

                        far beyond the realm of deep stellar night

                        where it neither omits nor absorbs light.

                        This perfect love, you are my undoing.

                                    Did you really seed clouds phosphorescent?

                                    Did you nurture me into scraps of space?

                                    Yes, the cosmos fused us incandescent,

                                    and the universe willed our long embrace.

                                    Not so we would collapse, iridescent,

                                    in a big crunch. Where’s the glory, the grace?