I want to climb behind your eyes,
Melt through the surface like dust through a sunbeam
Travel like light and sink fearlessly into the dark,
Gliding through the warm teak brown
of your old growth irises, sinking all the way down
To the roots.
I want to face the abyss with abandon
And become the black holes in the center
of the galaxy that is you beyond you
and me beyond me,
Inseparable from the space we live in,
A billion light-years away from this rotten little planet
And its dead seas of words so thick
Not even light can escape.
I want to love you until we break down
To our molecules,
Dissolve like salt in the ocean of night
And become one
Present
Moment.
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Brook Bhagat is a writer from the Colorado Springs area. She teaches at Pikes Peak Community College.
