As corollary to some Big Bang Theory, 
			    the expanding universe reaches limits 
			    predisposed by the physics of the thing 
			    and retreats ever towards a finite point.
What I’d enjoy is, after growing young
			    with you and giving back our children
			    one by one, we’d move so slowly
			    towards that delicate first kiss.
			    Then you’d be gone and I’d efface
			    through rediscovered youth, a new eternal time.
But then, after eons and geology, 
			    you walk again into my life, 
			    we kiss and marry, grow old together, 
			    and watch the stars go one by one.

				
				
				
				
				




