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I have seen the universe in those eyes, and it is beautiful.

I have seen the way that the planets in every galaxy dance so opportunely around their own respective stars.

It’s peculiar, this dance. As I interpret it, it speaks of something larger than itself – something larger and, as it were, more organic than the dusty, framed reality of these cosmic bodies themselves.

The pull that each piece of matter has upon everything around it is representative of a similar game we play much closer to home. I think you might love me, but like those planets in your eyes, you refuse to know me any better until you’ve proven more powerful than the force that nature thoughtlessly equipped you with.

You see, we’re magnetic, you and I. We can both acknowledge that we would pull closer to one another if only we’d bother to turn ourselves around. But instead, we face south v. south while we smother ourselves in the trivial attractions we have to other bodies. You are my secret lover, and I am yours, but is it so crazy to think that one day, we might just be more?

Probably.

But your eyes also mirror the fluctuation in all that surrounds us.

As they change in hue from brown to green to blue I am reminded that we are mere matter in this slew of cosmic material and it is true I will admit that in the very forefront of my mind all I see is you and I’ve never seen anyone float so gracefully in this anti-gravity chamber that you have chained me to and I know that if you’ll just let me explain we can trick the laws of nature themselves.

Somehow I feel that if I can get physically closer, I’ll be able to make my case.

Up until this point I have followed the rules and played the game properly. But what, I ask you now, if the pay-off of properly if every result turns out expectedly and what is the point of maneuvering intelligently if everything is bound by physics anyway?

There’s a busy romantic inside my mind, and he says no. There’s more to the universe than that.

I didn’t believe him until I looked into those eyes one last time and what I saw was rapturing.

I saw the perfect destruction of stars, soundless and glorifying. I saw the horrifying, awe-inspiring rekindling of elements that, should nature have had it her way, would have been apart for all eternity purifying themselves of one another. I saw the fitful resolution that burned within our own sun and I watched as galaxies far from us collided with no lawful justification for their picture-worthy actions. I watched as an expanse of unseen space swallowed everything it deemed not meant to be
And I watched you.
And I watched me
Soar closer to one another in a way that our earthly gravity would never let me see.
And I held you until our sun burnt out.

This poem is Copyright ยฉ Anna23