my love is a smooth curiosity,
an impossible emptiness inside
pulls with such power that his symmetry
is all that holds crackling demise aside.
he is hard as a bullet when struck blunt blows
brutely, head-on; he's impermeable.
his central vacancy refracts rainbows,
brittle, to fast fractal fractures left prone.
racing in stop-motion, crackling fronts
that leave him, not broken, rather, undone.
he is shatterable and yet at once
full of a bright void from which his strength comes.
he is nothing but sand, molten, cooled fast,
a divine mystery sealed in glass.