Sometimes I feel foolish

being here in love with you

Dancing and laughing our life

as if every day was our own,

and safe, finally.

Balancing

on the razor’s edge of destruction.

People who know things

call it “pair bonding”.

A biologic adaptation from millennia of 

evolution.

But that never comes close to

describing the endless cosmos

of our devotion,

or the meaning we have spent these years

writing and re writing.

So here we sail on

through the dark matter,

past brilliant galaxies, and black holes.

Into the wonder of eternity

that burst forth one night

like a billion stars

impatient to shine

from the singularity of a

first kiss.