We’re on a ship
in the heart of the galaxy
stars bright as white sand
just the two of us
embracing in the air,
floating at the speed of light,
not trying to understand,
not trying to know.
I feel your hand
on the small of my back.
Your body is as hot as a young star,
your breath like a nova,
your tongue speaking mysteries
impossible to solve.
Take it out and revolve,
then bring it in and dissolve.
We’re spinning, turning like everything does,
drifting on the wing of a dove.
Our love is hot now,
glowing then charred,
catastrophic, collapsing like a neutron star.
Do you not see,
do not you feel,
do you not ring
with my love for you?
The ship breaks the barrier of light
everything turns white
the rockets roar
as we pass into the pulsing heart
of a thousand billion stars.

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Wael Abdelgawad
June 19, 2018
Fresno, California