Stellar

"What if we saw an alien in that alley over there, right now? You know like the one from Signs?" This is what she says to me as she sits perched on my lap, with hands wrapped around the back of my neck. My eyes, wide with terror, quickly scan the alley behind me for the unexpected and laughter bursts from inside her delicate frame and my body relaxes. She was always trying to give me the creeps, that spooky little baby of mine. But I've seen stranger things. Like the pale beams of moonlight which cut through the dark to illuminate the ethereal features of her heart shaped face and with each sigh that escapes from her mouth, I am pulled in like the moon pulls the tide. Maybe she shines a little more than the rest.

To herself, she is a black hole, despondent and cold from constant abandonment, preventing her own incandescent light to escape. I want to tell her that the raw coldness of space is not something she inherited from the universe, but that the iron coursing through her veins is made up from the same composition of stars. In her ultraviolet radiance she is taller than the Pillars of Creation and through the universe her strange magic is amplified tenfold. She is a flying saucer landing, she is Earthrise, she is man's first steps on the moon. She is the core of the Sun. 

If she still thinks I'm wrong then swallow me whole, oh you black hole, you point of no return. I am already consumed.

Reviews

[Jan Drei]

Brilliant and consummating kind of poem, it seems that it ripped my heart off. Keep it up pal.

[Bee C.]

This is wonderful! Breathtakingly romantic and heartwarming. Your grandiose statements create a real sense of longing, of rapture. A very charming piece - you have a real skill for description and atmosphere!