shape of our love is a buoyant teardrop

  
 
   
   
a child’s cacophony    
let loose in a final meltdown    
pandemonium  
   
boomerangs infinite, the assaults    
   
this stricken heart in submersion    
dumbs atomically traumatic  
   
tends to a wanton stillness    
   
every other beat that follow    
shrinks shivers stunts itself    
in its impending submissions    
to an exaggeratingly heard- a last    
of a fully rounded beat in gargantuan    
magnitudes, amidst an eerie    
muted world in stunned silence-      
   
   [very similar to the that first birthed beat    
     in unwraps from that infinitesimal drip    
     of an infinite minute whilst freefalling    
     for your heart unasked, which (how) still    
    confounds you in roused sweetbitterness]  
   
   
-only unembarrassingly    
tears open this heart now, in    
thrown off lightning orbitals    
faraway to deep spatial burial    
of nothings in cosmic splatter    
   
   
can bear it all, such fastened remote death mangle
& all the bombastic acoustics of our first & final beats    
but not this, not your even feeble bit of soft whimpers    
that bleed explodes these mimosa bloom ear orphans    
is your cry  
 
   
else banish this heart to crude sunburnt ashes    
or freeze inanimate as dumped neptunian blues    
   
either wayward way or formless form    
I Love You