Space

Marvel at the splendour of the cosmic beauty, 
hot, passionate like the roaring fires of stellar fusion
I bask in your coronal warmth. 
A pull, a draw, gravitational - Hold me down. 
What is this feeling? gasping amazement, 
my breath taken away in the vacuum 
as I gaze at the distant twinkles, 
beautiful, rich, alluring. 

In the midst of this dark, shining beauty, 
Cupid draws his celestial bow. Taught and tense, 
the strings - forces invisible - fling forth 
their meteoric arrows, 
and orbits, plotted, predictable 
Place me in their path.  

Pull me from my black, black hole - This dense 
oppressive singularity and let me orbit in your pull. 
An ever present satellite. 
Let us be for all our Aeon days 
in supernova happiness. 

The Universe is expanding.