the sun spirals in its longest dance

from my latest collection, Letters to a Lover I Have Yet to Meet

for your musical enjoyment:

Today the sun spirals in its longest dance
And I feel the absence of you from my life 
the way that there is a no moon in the sky one day out of thirty in the month,
The way that the black hole in the milky way keeps getting bigger,
A gaping void of nothing.
I see pomegranates and I think of how Hades waited a millennia for Persephone to wander into his world underneath,
and I take the jeweled ruby fruit as a sign that you are wandering into my realm soon.
I'm tired of pretending that our love is ordinary,
Like we haven't waltzed the milky way, 
like we haven't already ice skated across Europa
and turned ourselves flat to fit on the sombrero galaxy 
and laughed our asses off the whole way home.
Come home to me, 
my love, 
my star, 
my cosmic miracle.
Time might be a construct, 
but we are well past due in these lives.
Our story doesn't have a schedule, 
but I would prefer you to be in the present instead of just solely the future.
Come home to my heart.