jupiter and glass

we find ourselves
in coppery confines and
soft rose glass,
the fractals of our choosing--
but do we choose to love,
or does it fall from
sweet flounder lips, unprecedented,
galaxies without names?
let us run rapid, rampant, ragged
i love you brimming with sun
and if i were jupiter
tell me you'd be my red spot.

[aren't there things we've never said,
places we've never heard of?]

if your face was a hearth
i'd never put it out,
love,
fling our lives from skyscrapers
and laugh when they hit the ground--


[tell me you think we
were worth it all--]