3.
i like to think of us
as infinite
cosmic
in proportion
measureless by any means
individual supernovas
greeting each other
igniting simultaneously
it was
compression
from which we were freed
and
when curious scientists
ventured
into oblivion
we were brighter
than any shining star
in the sky
glow worms
illuminating
the walls
of sunken caves
hidden somewhere
peaceful and ruined
like Atlantis
or
(maybe all these metaphors
are just stories to
secretly tell you
this is how i lose lose myself in your stare
it is what i see
tenderly sprouting
in your eyes)
