Our love was imbalanced.
We were too early and not long enough.
One night and one morning was all we had in the bed.
After we orgasmed one behind the other,
and I found myself bodiless inside the layers of her flesh,
I had to fight and struggle to return to my own body

Love is powerful,
so powerful it perturbs the scales of life to disrupt the universe.

Vise grips the size of a coconut crab’s crush the back of my neck.
My occiput throbs and thunks till the bones scream home.
Too many timelines between space rip me open to beauty,
to beauty so deep only the stars may gaze upon it without blindness.
Sometimes in a blur I cannot distinguish truth from fact from belief
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