Bent By the Laws of Your Physique

I am a line I cut through I do not bend my path suffers no detour

I am line I might curve but slightly As I abide by the laws of your physique I will trace the curvature your Breaths impress On this time and this space

Too close, I might crash your surface Too far, I will leave, Expelled in a slingshot trajectory expanding the space between you and me

There is another Yet to achieve, harder A complex combination A relationship between the mass of our longings, The distance of our understandings, And the laws of attraction.

My line will become ellipsis You, focal point of my attentions I was line for the emptiness of space

I will surround you Until our sun’s final expanse, swallows us