Verse 27
I loved you first because you were impossible to visit.
I loved you first because you were impossible to visit.
Desire enjoys architecture.
Then telescopes improved and you became weather, rings, moons, chemistry.
I loved you more.
Knowledge did not ruin the mystery; it gave mystery better bones.
Saturn, your beauty is ridiculous: debris arranged like jewelry around a world without a surface.
If I could stand there, I could not stand there.
This is an excellent foundation for romance.
My friends choose partners who text back.
I choose a planet requiring over an hour for light to carry an answer, depending on where we both are.
A jinn offered transportation.
I declined after reading the terms.
He wanted three memories and my sense of north.
I need at least one of those.
So I remain here, faithful in the least practical way.
Sometimes love should build a house.
Sometimes it should simply improve the quality of looking.
You have done the second.
Do not come closer.
Distance is part of your face.
If all longing were satisfied, poets would have to learn useful trades.
I am protecting employment.
Circle on, beloved.
I will wave when the sky is clear.