Big Bang Theory
Heart pounding
I'm hurled away
from a soft
suction like kiss,
still feeling the pulse
the warm play of your lips
pulling me
stretching my self
a thin wailing strand
that's strung tightly
between us,
a violin's string
its sound ascending
as space increases
and the universe
explodes.
1993 National Library of Poetry- Sound of Poetry Anthology
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