of cages joined to form a star
I'm sorry I want to
kiss you, Spock
I'm sorry it's so weak, fragile,
human
but more than that I think the universe knows
I think everyone knows
if one being touches another being
atom-shatteringly close
that matters
that means something
even when I'm looking at you from far away
I'm sorry, Spock,
I'm kissing you with my eyes
(stars, if that isn't the stupidest thing i've ever said)
it's holy communion to me
(forgive me the confusion of religion)
staring at you from across a quadrant
it's not fair that only atoms get to forge themselves into new life