The earth is not flat, it is spherical;
we are always great distances apart.
Our borders are drawn, I’m hysterical
that we are constantly guarding your heart.
In spacetime, my body veers toward yours
twisting the paths of others in the way.
I do my best to move fast, in straight curves,
but try as I might, things block the foray.
Because the cosmos isn’t full of ether
but of matter, and matter warps and bends,
our bodies can fall into line together
and bring this disparate quest to an end.
What measure of brute force is required
to pull you from yourself, into desire?