I gripped us by the horns
at the dead end of a supernova,
adhering to survival on a narrative
drowsy lies cast upon doubt.
She complimented my wide eyes;
all the better to hunt every inch of the west
coast, leaving no stone unturned
to find the relevant shadows that illuminate
a sparkle in her eyes that dance when you know
I cherish her more than she’ll ever love me.
(© 2022 AC)