Black holes are the pupils of space
Light enters but can’t escape
Like the poetry we make
It enters but isn’t opaque

Still our eyes partake
Absorbing the love and the ache
The connection we create –
Will never go extinct in this place

Feelin’ cute, might delete
Feelin’ cute, might delete

© Delia Ross. 2020

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