I want our love 

to disrupt worlds.

 I want our love to be tumultuous. 

I want people to see us and see two universes 

coming together to form something entirely new and unknown. 

I want our love to be Tchaikovski’s cannons. I want our love to be thunderstorms 

rolling in the deep. I want our love to be unequivocally and undeniably powerful. I want our love to

destroy walls 

and create art.

I want our love to be the physical embodiment of oil paintings and musical chords. I want our love

to be our galaxy’s Pillars of Creation. I want our love to be the connection

between stars that form the brightest and most mischievous constellations.

I want us to be songs and poems and books and letters, I want us 

to be dewdrops on Tiger Lilies in the morning,

I want us to be silk sheets upon a bed

and film canisters containing time.

I want us to be art.