As a bright spot
Loved, as a quaking asteroid
I answer
between the silence and her laughter
Echoes of the passing gas giant.
A pale sea
sees me split
my heart
over her uneasy rapture,
she says, “My sight stops, unearthed as it is, by questions raised for my racuousness.”
- the sound of a black hole claws me from inside —
I draw her face
(if only) it could withstand
the shattering earth for a better day
tomorrow or an after-tomorrow
May be for never-after,
I gaze, still,
into the expanding sky.
She bids goodbye
each time as if (it) were the last.
How do I explain the endless void
or the ear-splitting emptiness on her departure?¿
Ask (her)
if the numbness inside her can break
the ice-capped boulders within mine.
Ask the solar sky,
and (I will) answer in the quietude of the twilight.