Black Holes

Like forceful Black Holes in the beauty of space,

And fireflies, suicidal in pursuit of bliss,

Each kiss condemn me fearful and helpless,

And all passion replaces the blood in my veins,

They run me, secretly they run me.

But then I do not care at all,

When we are so close,

To being black holes and suicidal fireflies.

You haunt me just as I haunt you,

But we are perfect for it,

No secret was ever more clandestinely mutual,

No touch had ever been so warm

yet cold at the same time

Than that which we do not share.

Than that which should not exist.

I wrote this last June 3, 2009 and included this in this semester's school paper. =)