i can barely imagine you
carefully constructing the melody around the rises and falls of my body
chiseling out the lyrics of my face
maybe even writing some harmony—

harmony like bodies cupping each other,
like spoons swooping into ice cream
smooth. cold. sweet.

(rough, hot, salty.

the valleys accentuate the mountains;
the light, the darkness.
yin and yang, all that stuff)

2 notes colliding to form a comet streaking through space
hurtling through the boundaries of
music and mathematics

can you imagine us suspended in some far off place,
this song of ours getting vacuumed into some cavernous black hole,
only to emerge like
a broken echo
in another
world.