Chicano Poet

Monday, July 09, 2007

The End Of Love

The stars floated inside of me,
light years apart, yet they remained
enclosed and trapped in me.

Comets traveled from ear to ear
until they ran out of steam,
supernovas exploded

and did not even mess up my hair.
So what makes you think
that your pounding heart

and hot body worry me?
Captain Kirk and the Klingon king
clash behind my eyebrows.

I close my eyes and crush them.
Were you inside the Enterprise? Big and
small is relative. The universe, so very small.


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