I stare into the vastness of space
in love with its vastness, how
light is both particle and wave,
how little we understand, how
what we know boggles the mind.
I gaze into the quilt-blue of your eyes
in love with the needlework of life, how
atoms came together in you, how myriad
planets may harbor beauty such as yours.
When I consider the porcelain sky, how
delicate the conditions that permit this flurry
of pulse and breathe, I marvel that you are you
and I am me. Only sex and poetry keep the
cosmos alive. We sustain more than we fathom—
my darling, why, out of billions, us?