A Date With The Blackhole

'Notification from cosmos'

My phone beeped in the middle of the night,

Curious me, swiped right the screen,

And a profile named 'black hole' flashed.

Cosmos, a dating app like tinder today

Showing profiles of Ursa major and minor,

Along with supernova's and red giant's faces.

My purpose was to date a star or maybe a quasar at least.

But the first request was from the 'black hole', sounds like a beast.

For a minute I thought of letting it go,

But wait a minute, it's just a date,

I may dare to go.

At 3 in the morning, he texted, 'Hi'

In a minute, I replied with a Hi 

Then came a wink, followed with 'Can we meet someday?'

Slow man slow, then I ended with a 'sure'.

Time travel isn't possible I thought

Ugh, this endless cosmos inside me

Dragging me into a new space odyssey at that time.

'Are you free at 6 today?' the new message read.

In a minute, I texted, 'Send me the location soon'.

'Can't wait to see you in person' came the reply.

And there we go into the oblivioned cliches.

'The Galaxy will serve us right' he continued,

Before I could have intrued.

With an 'okay' a goodbye, see you later, followed in the head.

The following day, in a red dress and stellitoes 

I precisely took a spaceship to the Galaxy, 

A band of heavenly bodies waved their hands along.

The wristwatch was showing exactly 6:02,

And my eyes were searching for Mr Black Hole.

A giant hole totally dark inside out 

Called my name and asked me to enter inside.

A man well suited in black gestured towards the seat,

I could feel the coldness underneath my feet.

A bottle of wine, too red to be divine,

Was opened and served well, 

'So lady, this is my home and poem' 

I nodded. 

He talked about the lonely self

How dark matter is inside us

How worthless even the alive feels

How deliberately our truth kills.

His words felt like my own at times,

His Rome felt like my home at times.

'Black is beautiful, my lady' he simplified his love.

Later, we danced, 

In that darkness, we danced all night.

By 6 in the morning, my spaceship took me home.

We promised to never meet again, a selfish norm.

'A date with the black hole' is now my poem.