Love: A Revolution

Now that Pluto is bigger than we knew it to be

I love you with another kind of heart -

resilient like water, willingness to expand.

You leave me a longing the size of nine and a half years

and three billion miles. This is how long it took 

the astronauts. I can fit all my dreams of destruction 
in the distance it took us to reach each other. 
Revolution. You split my soul. 

Carry the weight of air, expand in me. It hurts

to love you. To wake waiting for your voice,

to wonder if the planet will disappear without a trace.

Not even a trace of the chaos you stirred in me,

the madness of this desire, more dense

than both our fears combined. Is there even the need

to define a love that cannot be placed

somewhere for safety. Isn't loving already

an agreement with the universe 

not to be saved.