The gravity of you exploding.
\nYou form the geography of me.
\nI am, as becoming, one.
\nIf we part I could not breathe,
\nI would disappear
\nin twilight or in sun.
\nThere would be no trace
\nexcept your form
\nmy hand holding,
\nand the figure of your face
\nlooking toward my own,
\nas eyes close
\nwatching sunset descending.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The gravity of you exploding. You form the geography of me. I am, as becoming, one. If we part I could not breathe, I would…<\/p>\n