Lovesong At The End Of The World Poem by M. Ayodele Heath

Love, I have fallen desperately
out of orbit, clutching only this blazing heart-
shaped chute. Even after you were the last

oxygen molecule in my vacuous universe, I inhaled
deeply. I consumed
you. By the time these echoes
of light reach you, I will be a forgotten con-
stellation of half-truths—a brazen horizon
fallen—a thousand starry bones tossed from your door
of diamond flame.

Will you forever behold me in this fractured
prison of light—even after I've drifted
light years away from you?

Why fossilize this moment
I've dreaded for so long? The end

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Of the world. Will my unborn, too,
gather light in hollow mouths & blow
blue moons? Will the lunar winds forever moan
Etta James? Look, what can be more earnest
than I
beating my cavernous chest till my fists


shatter into rings of ice? My forsaken love
blossoms for you like a monstrous
mushroom cloud. I loved you wholly,
the only way I knew how. With my whole
heart—even the darkest part, which is the black
hole that softly devoured
you