Fabric of spacetime

Don’t you see how strange it is
It is all relative and imaginary
The ways of the mind and the
Body parts screaming for touch
and the phony English accents
In tiny anonymous hotel rooms;
The stories we tell ourselves to
Fall asleep and to fuck
And to loose control
Even when we know that
Whatever body we run into
We can almost always use
One way or another;
But only - and this is a frightful thing-
In darkness - where the weakness of
Character cannot be felt;
Where the flattering of a hand
Can give you exactly what you need
But only if you cannot see it;
Where a silent whisper carries
The dead of night away like
a soundless pantomime
Unfolding between us
circulating the blood
Between our veins;
Using gravity to warp the
Fabric of spacetime
To make you mine
For the last and the first time
The way dreams stretch across the
Universe even though we cannot
See them
22/7-2019