Our Universe Saw It All

Our universe saw it all

We don’t have the spacecraft Avalon but from what I can see and feel, our love alone is tremendously enough for the both of us to be carried off unto an alienated voyage. Amidst in the peculiar beauty of space, between the slight fear of being lost and the ballistic shivers of being far from home, and below the marvel of the exotic beyond. We’ll tread aimlessly, our bony hands veiled by Rigel and Betelgeuse’s fair glow, our feathered hair childishly being blown apart by Deneb’s beating pulse, and our bodies, the strangest mix of red and blue, intertwined together by our own mutual gravitation. I don’t care if the December Phoenicids dare to cross our course, what we have is far stronger than any messier object in this fleeting galaxy. Moreover, continuing this eerie journey of uncertainty, naturally time would escalate, but for us, my love, the one which holds my flaming core, that would never reach us. You and I have made extraordinary miracles from our steamed kisses, jolted caresses, and imminent stares that our feelings for one another made it possible to surpass the borders of human capabilities and one of that would be defying nature itself. I know it sounds funny and you’re going to spike something up like ‘you’re the most corniest guy in this vast universe that turn words into flames that it excruciatingly melts my heart.’ but babe, I only spit words that are of genuine and nothing more sugarcoated or thorned. 

Listen baby, all the love I’ve given unto thee is pure and true that it amazingly whisked us into this eternal playground we’ve sought and longed for only to serve the grand exclusivity of our groundbreaking actions, for it may be impossible for the natural, but us my love, it’s quite definite and branded, can’t you see? Can’t you feel it? We host the impeccable blood of the unnatural and that’s not even the rest of it.

So now, hear me out once more, though it will be a dragging trip into this new found paradise, I want you to bear a promise of never breaking free from my diamond-hard clasp, I want you to swear unto Orion’s belt and cross that heart of yours, I want you to finally acknowledge your Bayer designation which is M. 

M for mine, m for millennial, m for menacing actions, m for magical, m for medicinal kisses, m for majestic bangs we made inside our pitch-black bedroom, m for mighty leaps we’ve come to make, m for your messed up curls that always tantalize me, m for your manners that leave me blushing into a shade of kunzite, m for your minimalistic view in our toxic world’s beauty, m for your machine-like stomach that seems to be always hungry for cookie sandwiches, m for your mixed moods that give me unwavering challenges, m for your matched figure that perfectly clicks between my guarding arms, m for your maddening hate towards pineapples, m for the mercy we’ve carried for a long time in our leaking hearts, m for the mysterious force that brought us each other, and m for the two melted hearts that hardened once more unto steel but now, melded together. 

You know, the galaxies can’t even compare the length and the vastness of my limitless love, not even the universe. Listen, inside these shells of ours, are two white super giants that endlessly emanate harsh, burning, riled up romance that we seem to can’t get enough of and baby, that’s the whole damned reason I’m never letting you go. We’re already light years distant from reality after being swallowed by this blackhole of love we’ve created and I could only care less because duh, being with the person I love, in a hyperspace wormhole where we’ll traverse never endingly, would be the most unusually satisfying fetish that would go down in Cupid’s history. To the stars, to the planets, to the constellations, to the asterisms, to the binary systems, to the lonely galaxies, to the unexpected space rocks, to the licking solar flares, to the gravity fields of anywhere, to the silence and stillness, to the space and everything beautifully scattered upon it’s expanding body, and to our universe who saw it all: I exclaim and profess these feelings I hold upon my questioned existence hoping you’d hear them and somehow, do everything in your high power so that my dear love and I are to be intertwined like Centauri’s dotted stars forever. I know I’m asking a bit too much, but I’m certain that even earth was a place of poison and deceit, my head tells me the universe holds far more extravagant and wonderful other than that bastardly planet, that’s why I’ve come to say my sincere intentions expecting for your divine assistance. I love him, deeply. I love him, infinitely. I love him, ecstatically. I love him, exclusively and maybe that skies and dawns do break, but I beg to differ in our case, not us, not a heartbeat, not even forever, not in a million light years.

w i n g l e s s c u p i d | Jan 2017