love letter to a poem

only a poet could love this way

you, material of an eon; you, the boldest and truest condensed to their atom; you, starskinned lantern of the damned;

and i, desecrated yet unbridled, begotten of your influence.

you, crafted from dirt bleeding dust on the page; you who tear at the foldings of the universe, you enraged and unsavoury;

you floral, you genteel and petulant, elitist with your knowledge of the absolutes of nature;

and i, unstoppable force, unmoveable mountain,

i, steadfast in the gale and blind to the hurricane;

i cradle you and the abstraction of your ribcage, the impossibility of your limbs;

open your mouth and let stars take root amongst us, for we are nestled in their ocean.