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The Biggest Bang
What hot mass weighs on your heavy soul?
Does it burn clear through to the bottom
and free fall into that limbo-like stratosphere
where your heart hovers?
With a searing clinch
let me melt my hands
leaving, not finger prints,
but my touch, a gift of burnt skin
fused to your fiery surface.
I will trace my obscene confession in the sky
with blood and fire
and when next we meet,
our fervent union will become a blazing star
illuminating all the heavens
and we will detonate with such a thunderous blast
that a new era will dawn.
