So melodic,
each hammer string resonation,
drills into me
with the force of an event horizon.
Drawing me in,
inextricable
from the feeling
of losing my mind.
Love is a rush of blood,
an unrelenting
suffocation
and exhilaration.
Coming up for air
from a dark and deepest ocean.
Ravaging like fire
across the skin
and igniting the soul.
The breathing comes
in gasps
like being born,
perpetual.
We don’t fall in love.
Love is not like gravity,
love is that summoning,
drawing out
and into
uncharted reaches.
Beyond our own life
into another’s universe,
seeing the light
bend
in their unyielding presence.
So much more
than just biological,
chemical,
hormones,
dancing,
reacting to
stimulus and
neurons firing.
It’s like we are two atoms
in a nuclear furnace.
We bleed coronal mass ejections
like the Sun.
So destructive,
so essential;
that never would have been
without being born
cataclysmic.
A conflagration,
a singularity,
drawing in the sky
and the world
in its entirety.
Love is the heart of a star;
the arms
of a spiral galaxy
wrapping around us
drawing us into
the singularity.
No control,
no device
will defy proximity.
Life will never be the same
mingling our realities.
Two,
now one,
once more;
a million possibilities.
Parallel
and intertwined,
existing in the same dimension.
What are the odds
we survive
this tremendous journey?
We are born
of the force
of the birth of everything.
Drawn together
in cosmic contraction.
You are you,
I am me,
desiring this polarity.
We are drawn
like all things
to be
a perfect entity.
HG – 2017
