Interstellar
their love is reaching
over ocean's salty skirt, far
enough to feel the updraft
where everything falls
away.
breathing in the slight
sting, they wade through
the waters, breezy blues and
glassy greens like quartz:
prickling with light.
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over darkness, tide sweeps
their fear over the edge and
the sensation
of falling
is under their skin. he flecked flint
in her eyes, spiraled like
the galaxies he found there,
and in turn she spread
a map of steel to mark
the fingers of lightning
in his. reflective:
gazes lock in combination, precious
metals aligning with perfect
timing—cosmic clockwork to
tick tock to the next big bang;
their love is reaching where
universes unfold.