Liber Plutonis - Chapter 35

Verses

Beloved far one, I chose you because you could not possibly answer quickly.

Near lovers terrify me. They reply before I have improved the person who wrote the message.

You take centuries to circle the Sun; at last, a courtship paced for cowards.

I saw the pale heart on your surface and resented the astronomers for discovering my metaphor first.

They say it is nitrogen ice. Fine. My own heart has also survived through chemistry.

Charon keeps you company. I am jealous of a moon, which is an undignified condition for a jinn.

You and Charon circle an empty point between you. Lovers should study this and stop demanding to become each other's center.

I would bring you roses, but they would arrive as archaeology.

I would bring fire, but your cold has its own sovereignty.

Perhaps love is not warming what is cold.

Perhaps it is learning the temperature without calling it a defect.

When the Sun is only a bright star in your sky, remember that distance can make even a god look reasonable.

Do not answer. I have built the whole relationship around that.