my relationship’s been
a dull landscape with volcanoes
walking the surface of insomnia
5 A.M. in bed eyes closed orbiting
my sun her radiance
gently snoring
I often fantasize
another world
gray plains and craters
rock flings bordering
space too shapeless
to call dark
one desire millions
of miles apart
another right here
floating stone sphere
I am cold November
awake and under cover
an eternity to evaluate
my position in gravity
our love
sometimes unwieldy
and always on
the periphery
of shining
(originally published in Rune, Spring 2019)