A star map written in your freckles,
a journey through space I fear -
a looming closeness so terrifying,
a launch that can't be undone
once it's started so I delay and delay;
fingers shaking over the red button.
The twinkle in your eyes, a black hole
threatening to devour everything
or ignite a Big Bang of possibilities.
It's like looking directly into the sun
when our gazes meld together -
an instant reaction, a nuclear heat.
This constellation of crossed hormones,
a celestial attraction but not a good idea.