old poem edited

 

Let’s Talk

Let's talk about the universe,

but not how many stars there are in our galaxy,

and how even an olympic swimming pool filled

with sand from the nearest beach

still wouldn’t hold enough grains to pair them all.

And let’s not talk about how out of all the frequencies flowing,

those visible are infinitesimal within the entire spectrum of things known. 

And let’s not talk about how quasars spew more energy in seconds

than is allowed for in our current conception of physics.

Let’s not talk about what has yet to be explained,

let’s not talk about the mystery of it all, but rather,

let’s discuss what we know to be true:

let's talk about how exquisite your pulchritude is,

and how easily you’re adored.

Let’s talk about how much I long for you.

Let's talk about hands and fingers touching skin

causing endorphins to flush into our bodies,

and the special membranes we here on Earth know as lips.

Let’s talk about what it would be like for ours to kiss.

Let’s talk about the worlds which would come into existence

from such a cosmic event.

Let’s talk about you and me

as a match made in the heavens.