Space
The warmest black tickled by blue-white stars.
Two people listening.
There is space there and there and over there, too.
Two backs on a yellow brick road.
Bricks build into infinity and stretch around planets,
No ending, no beginning. Feet dangle,
like grapes into the mouth of a goddess.
They talk it out in a shared mind.
She punches him in his face
as he turns rainbow dancing colors.
She doesn’t believe it easily.
Blood showers from his nose
and stains his T-shirt.
Confusion pales the skin.
Suddenly, the blood is gone.
His eyes say, “We can do that here.”
They smile and fall back to yellow bricks.
The warm black bends into a circle
and fills the spaces between the stars like an oil spill.
When I’m almost back,
I squeeze my eyelids hard
and hope to see more.
A man of light extends a hand
to a woman of light.
The road is the whitest light of all.