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ripples in the curvature of spacetime

by David T. Gay

ripples in the curvature of spacetime

Like the light beamed through tunnels

the collision of two bodies long ago

harmonizes my soul in synch with yours

and rain that drums the black sky light

reminds me of your arms slick with sweat

wrapped round me all that misty night

we repeat each time I walk your dreams

or brush your eyelashes with my lips