Far Out Romance

Immediately after her birthday party, Becky left for Texas where, for the past two days, she's been driving around by herself in a rented car, talking with a twang, and spending all of her birthday money.  She will return refreshed and eager to make my life a living hell.

But while she is away, I've been thumbing through my hundreds of romantic poems and have settled on this little gem.  I can't remember if Becky read it (heck, maybe I didn't even write it for her!) but I think it's a lovely thought. 

The Cosmic Mysteries of Black Holes

There are points in space
Consuming light and matter:
Dark places science cannot explain
Where galaxies, like a double-helix ladder,
Empty to a pull like a drain.

And in the infinitismal cosmos
Of the heart, which Einstein proved
Is not the shortest distance of a straight line,
You are the point toward which my world has moved . . .
Just in the nick of time.