Light Years
Release me from this world
the one where detachment
is offered as an aphrodisiac
and love is a black hole
I want to hug your alien body
are you skin or scales?
do your words ever console?
rocket man or woman or...
maybe it doesn’t matter
in the nation of all knowing
where joining as one is futile
and love is a star that died,
you’ll outlive the universe
but I’m getting off this ride









