Black Hole Poem by James Walter Orr

Whole galaxies are sometimes sucked
Into the depths of that black hole,
Like the girls who've fallen prey
To the suction of my soul.

No one ever can escape,
Once they've fallen in that spell,
And the tangled web of love
Is spun from what we'll never tell.

If ever I should turn to go,
The hands that lift in supplication;
Mock the harvest of that hole,
Preparing yet a new creation.

Touch and tunes and timeless tales
Of passion and of ecstasy
That follow time's long proven path
And birth another galaxy.