Google Poem

When you spill

boiling water on your hand, 

it leaves a scar in the shape of a galaxy.

Listen, and hear what you love

in the coldest atoms, spinning

the secret history swallowed by the sea.

The long arc of desire, like a rainbow

from mouths to hands, hands to mouths.

To witness two lovers is a spectacle for the gods.

I recognized you, and then

the tide came in.