God's laughter reverberates through us
you and I, two hearts alight with a sickened fire
star-crossed fates and scattered
skipping
stones.

I know your skin only in the unanswered aches of my own
yet I've spent my dreams swimming in your circuitry
opening a network of glass blown veins for the rivers of electricity that construct your thoughts
there is no route that will not reflect in the cloud of your eyes
when every sensitive entryway is stitched with sky-reaching rods of raw neon.

Galaxies ago, a pair of particles sent adrift
entwined in threads of thinning time
there is no place for us here, now
but I keep to the horizon
frantically waving the white flag of my surrender
a signal to say
I am alive and longing
even as the earth turns treadmills under you.