Forget defying gravity, we could
be the first two objects to occupy
the same space. There are laws defining this
type of motion, passed between lovers as
folded up notes in astrology class,
published in the last row, professor’s back
turned away from our eventual merge.
I am yours today, just as the other
three hundred sixty-four you are all mine.
Let us end our revolutions and cease
the long ellipses of wasted time; nothing
could bring me more joy than to join bodies
with the sun, convert my atoms to less
visible sums, melt deep, and flare as one.