Wish Upon A Washy Star

"Yes, love's like that: just when we least
needed or expected it
a part of us dips into it
by chance or mishap and it seeps
through our capillaries, it clings
inside the chambers of the heart."
In Defence of Adultery,Julia Copus

Love is not a giant
slip into a black hole,
it is a man's small step
into the weightlessness
of an inner space, an odyssey
into dizzying orbits, an astral
knot away from home.
It is a landing
on the dark side
of the moon where craters
deeper than cartographers' ink
are illuminated only when shooting
stars explode into a million
shards of pain.