he told her that she was his Pluto
she then asked why he chose a planet
no longer classified as such
to which he responded with
we let man tell us what's real and what isn't
how is anyone to tell me how I see an abundant being like yourselftheir sweet rosemary love created a story crafted by lilac and sage
overflowing like the Siren's third eye
the silhouettes of their tears
outlined by Ursa Major
created a crater within their own mortala galaxyscientists were keen to discover the belle âme tragedy
that embellished egregious salvation into their beings like coarse rose salt
the microscope of ineffable derealization
magnified into a lab report clouded by the lovers own depersonalization