Love in Outer Space

Because the bee

In my bonnet

Is the B in my bed,

Who I can’t and I

Won’t stop bumping;

We do the humpty

Hump. My big nose

Nestled in her sassafras.

At attention, we round

Each other out. At ease, 

Her peach is a galaxy.

Now and later is a square

I quietly hold on my tongue,

My mouth an empty gesture. 

Spaced out between her legs, 

I am an astronaut.

The gravity of my offense

Adds up to a rational number.

When the heavens are free

From light, I sit desire on my lap.

She is stardust; And I,

As it were, am impossible.

When she asks for space

She is the future. When she

Asks for a room, it is the end.

I place before her chutes,

Ladders, and whatever else

Might fall from the sky.