You, my sweetest singularity;
you the curvature of space and time,
the straightest path from here to now.
You — infinity.
You my gravity and nebula
spaceship, centre and periphery.
You my black holed sin,
the bright deflector of my massless light.
I crave your parsec lips,
I covet your space-time hips
there or later.
Space Force Construction by Lyubov Popova
This is linked to my own prompt on gravitation space-time curvature on toads. Will also link to Poetry Pantry.
Björn Rudbergs writings 
I am arrested by this poem. Breathtaking!
I can’t say more; afraid to disturb the beauty of your words.
Oh my gosh, this is so awesome. 🙂
The last stanza is especially cool.
I like parsec lips and space-time hips. Black holed sin us especially effective. Yes. Sin can be a black hole that sucks you right in spagettifying you, taking all your light.
I love the sensuality of this, even though it was a bit disconcerting because of T’s desire to build a space force.
Interesting form of seduction….
space-time hips… one needs “space” to ponder that!!! 🙂
Not sure if you are coming or going but you seem to be enjoying it.
That’ some love poem, Björn! I love the phrases: ‘my sweetest singularity’, ‘You my gravity and nebula’; and ‘my black holed sin’, and the cheekiness of:,
‘I crave your parsec lips,
I covet your space-time hips’.
Cha cha cha! The samba of black mamba. There is a physics indeed to desire …
Oh this is wonderfully sensual! 😊 Love; “you the curvature of space and time, the straightest path from here to now. You — infinity.” ❤
Oh, i have never heard physics sound more lovely!
Ah, such delectable phrasing — this is such a wonderful accompaniment to your prompt. I love your use of intergalactic terms in such a sensual manner, “parsec lips”, “space-time hips”, “black holed sin” — So good!
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Wonderful to read. I think the whole shebang (big bang) is like a great romance, especially between the sun and moon.
This gets a standing ovation from me! Masterful way to link physics to emotional value.
I am amazed how you did this in 55 words!
You know we do 44 words every second week… so 55 can be quite a lot longer… and a whole sonnet can be done in 100 words.
My black holed sin – oh my! Some affairs feel like that, drawing you in completely and you aren’t sure if you will be vaporized in the passage or just find yourself lost in space. But some thrills are worth the risk.
Scientific passion… what else could a heart ask for. This is the sort of lovely that makes the blood flow hot and strong, that makes imagined become real, that proves hypothesis the world has ever believed farfetched. I love this.
Seducing physics; hmmm interesting😊
Happy Sunday Björn.
Thanks for dropping by my sumi-e Sunday today
Much💛❤💛love
That’s giration! : )
Wow! This reminds me of a line in one of Rilke’s letters–I just found it at Goodreads: ““And when what is near you is far, then your distance is already among the stars and very large; rejoice in your growth, in which you naturally can take no one with you, and be kind to those who remain behind, and be sure and calm before them and do not torment them with your doubts and do not frighten them with Your confidence or joy, which they could not understand.” ― Rainer Maria Rilke
I do not know or speak in astrological distances, but this poem feels like a longing for experience as vast as the distance of mystery. How can we ever grasp it all?
Giggle! Spoken like a true scientist! I know quite a few ladies who will follow you wherever you go after these words 🙂
You must have had such fun writing this one!
I think you have – cleverly – taken personification into a whole new world, here. (Though, given the shortcomings of my not-up-to-physics-speed brain, I have the distinct feeling, I am missing a subtle parallelism or connection in your stellar words.)
Gravity pulls me closer to your words, lost in time and space
I am propelled into another realm, where darkness falls
into places unknown.
ok, not sure where that came from…
I see that you find poetry in astrophysics and astronomy too. *smiles*
Loved this.
what a nice bent to the prompt!
you must have much fun doing it. 🙂
Forgive me Bjorn, my allergies are so bad, I have a hard time thinking. Thanks for your comment on my post.
love the way you describe your object of affection. so refined…