You think I am a word whore?
You think I fall for poets?
(Even when they claim to not be one).
Thirteen point seven billion years ago
we were nothing
until this violent explosion
I can compare to you
entrances and exits into my heart.
The high density and temperature
would have made us orgasmic in seconds.
Your big bang love is me playing the piano
without reading notes,
while you watch me and write the lyrics
to the tune. We can encompass this
and continue to expand this universe
from the force of only meeting once.
You know I am not that sweet,
you know I am not that easy.
So stop believing
I am like the others.
All I care about is that undecidable element
of how an open highway
can fill up my mind with poems,
have that extraordinary ability
to do it with one look.