Adrift In Agate Space

Red dwarf, my eyes to you have always flown, Like homing birds that take to domestic flight, Your star fruit kisses where my kisses land To lose all hope, despaired of going mad. Though life has traversed catenary lines, Through agate space where supernovas bloom, Through dark nebulae where molecules form bonds, Our souls embrace where last our souls would fly— Like tendrils twine round latticed arbor frames, My passion sprouts where your strange petals sup. Before Her Smile, yummy as Summer Rose, This heart found no peace, no refuge from the dark. So let me come to rest against your skin, Beloved friend, here in eye-catching lines.