Hydrogen, in his flesh, is like to that of which the iridescent stars coalesce.
Others of the elements---in his flesh, blood, and bones; the network of
nerves strung through him; and the organs that process his life's energy---
were fused in the cores of those stars. And the soul that his body's
beauty expresses was breathed into it, by God from Heaven above
(despite the prejudice of old prudes and jackbooted haters).
Then this marvelous being, BlueShift, around whom I see the Cosmos turning,
invites, encourages and receives, from my declarations and gestures, love---
love that he will constellate, love not rejected or spurned.
J-Called
So much more than an ordinary
So much more than an ordinary love poem. You reached far beyond the surface of things and observed the interconnectedness of humanity and the cosmos, and within this vision of the unified field, you stitched together a wonder: the creation of a living miracle, both primal matter "like to that of which the iridescent stars coalesce" and the breath of God.
Then with awe and a sense of great privilege, you eloquently marveled at an unrivaled invitation, a "love that he will constellate".
A deeply moving and luxurious monument.
Thank you very much for your
Thank you very much for your comment and response to the poem. As alwaus, your words inspire me to continue forward with this sequence.
J-Called