would you still yearn for me if i didn’t exist in this realm
would the stardust that decants from my lips
wake you, still, at night, and inspire a song?
would those quantum etchings be enough to satisfy the artist within
would your beauty yet match the pith, the salient point in eternity
of my love for you
would we ritually reflect our youth in the moonlight,
aged as wine by the element that sets us apart, yet limitlessly spins our fiber together,
with hope, still, for infinity
beyond forever's end
~ a future


















