Your lyrics

stretch the known,

into the unknown,

this heliosphere,

always our home

until the time of disintegration

when our songs get buried

as bones

Acute orbits, too,

the way my legs

fold into you, my dear,

the blankets tangled at our feet;

for when we connect, we speak,

complete

By morning's first light,

when the Earth's forever orbit

brings us closer together,

we sip from the sun,

a drink of melted night

brewed from falling stars and

lost darkness

Margin notes

fill the gaps;

the pencil marks

of students, past,

grappling to ignore

the printed page

for beneath the gloss,

the people rage