I keep having the same dreams
it starts out me and her
two subatomic particles moving at lightspeed
pulsing with each racing heartbeat
I feel her carbon dioxide run across my collarbone
She kisses my fingertips
But her pupils are soft white
They are identical snowflakes in a winter storm
I lay on my back and stare into her universe
Searching for neutron stars and hourglasses
moments hidden in a grain of sand
embedded in each of the constellations
She is my glassy sky.
A woman is a bookshelf
waiting to store the secrets of humanity
as she writes her own novel
Her shoulders taste like summer raindrops
And when she smiles an angel’s tear falls from heaven
A protagonist with so much character development that she’s subjected to
sequel after
sequel after
sequel
Just to test her will to survive in these pages
I keep having the same dream
we’re two subatomic particles
She is a proton, the center of my core
And my electron affection will cause me to revolve around her for eternity
Her carbon dioxide runs down my collarbone as she whispers to my bones
She kisses my fingertips
they taste like the letters on my keyboard
She looks at me with soft eyes, each retina displaying a different shade of soul
Pulsing heartbeats echoe in the void, her nothingness is my everything.
~J. Varina
The Nuclear Cottage 