I want to consume you in my gravity and have you exploded across the cosmos
I want to sit here in 2012 and stare at your thighs until your dual layered Biblical tights strip the dark from the night sky and reveal only the second layer of imagined being
I want to beam your disinterested face into the Indian theory of light
Our tongues meeting would taste like the back of history
That ant man? He's every shape you can imagine and none.
UGH!
see that space there? That's you and me in every Universe, manifested in this