“The stars look different today” you gasped
and wrapped your hungry thighs around my waist;
“I think we passed its furthest edge”; I graced
your lips; unzipped your silver suit; unhasped
the seventh clamp that kept your secrets down.
You bent over backwards, laughed and let your mane
run wild, be water cold and let me drown;
were air and matter, timeless lost in pain.
We never felt the bottom of our fall,
the point where gravity and time is one,
We climaxed skin in skin and passed through walls,
through further depths to where it once begun.
Where we as one can share this hallow graal
of being born into this world unsung,
Today Frank hosts at MTB at dVerse and wants us to wrote iambic pentameter (maximum 14 lines that make up a sonnet). I let my sonnet travel through space into a new beginning, and I started with an (almost) quote from “Space Oddity”.
Maybe Major Tom had someone to accompany him in the end.
October 11, 2018