To Hubby - Be My Universe

Frankly, I’m not much  into science
But *tonight* lyrics will yield to physics
(Italics mine). As I text, the signs
Dance on the screen for just one stern critic.

Still not here. I’m left yearning and
Touching you fiercely in unrestrained dactyls.
Skin as canvas, my brushing hand
Draws a treasure map. How do you like this?

Your reply? Just emojis, sterile.
En route. Groceries. Will do. Stay safe.
That’s how poetry and prose collide:
Each claims domain, to each their place.

No more dactylic tetrameter once we meet.
Breath will falter, syllable counts fail.
Flashes of our first dates, brief and sweet,
From our dusty family archive, unveiled.

Screw it! Enough philology for tonight!
Logos retreats when Eros takes reign.
No words — I’m all boiling water at our first sight
So steaming a thermos can barely contain.

Eyes lock. Still being chaste. All decent.
But that gaze lasted a heartbeat too long.
That fleeting moment when, physically yet distant,
We’re past the brink, where the worlds go wrong.

Next move — chaos! Farewell, gravity! —
No up and down, just lightspeed collapse.
I, or more precisely, what’s left of me,
Turned nothing but one hypersensitive synapse.

Deep breath. Reflex stalls lungs at the threshold.
Cliff-edge pause right before the abyss.
That’s exactly how singularity trembled
On the verge of Big Bang’s liberating bliss.

Boom! All gone. Reduced to stardust.
That cigarette — will it piece us together?
Yeah, pinch me. — Does it feel real? — Kinda does.
Now back to Earth, down a knotted tether.

Moment of awkwardness. Shy like we’re teenagers —
Why? We’re wed by blood, husband and wife
Who have long intertwined our lineages
By forging together an immaculate life.

What’s next? Simply be my universe:
Immense, beautiful, unconfined, divine.
Just be. Be the beat of my fading verse.
Until my very last breath and flatline —