poem

 Date Night

You make reservations 

And I’ll bring the night

Wear that black dress

With the matching heels 

And I’ll arrange the stars

We’ll show up late

Forget to eat

Dance on the arc 

Of the moon

Like northern lights 

To the funk swing

Of galaxies spinning

We’ll pay the bill in fireflies

And then serenade the kitchen

On our way down the black hole

To an infinite density

Where all love that matters

Is reduced to a singularity

Beyond time or extension

In the morning 

You can make the coffee

And I’ll bring the sun 

7/1/23