Galaxies Apart

Synchronized breathing, galaxies apart
    in, out
           in, out
                       in,
                             in

An atom split, not knowing it's a half
smaller than the others
subconscious acceptance

something hard in this soup...

prominent and definite;
indigestible, but
still I chew it anyway

fascinated by a different soul
every night, then
once the shell's cracked
it's gone

Me: An uncrowned
prince of the gutters.

You: With a world folded
within the creases
of your hands
in the spires.

you look through
biblical stained glass
with blasphemous thoughts

me, through the open trees
far from belonging
detached but monogamous
none the less

(a breeze kissed my neck
I knew without thinking
it was a descendant
of your lips)

enamoured
by the same stars

sharing the same thought
at the same time

galaxies apart

reaching beyond
the ironies of physics