“The earth is veiled in geometry as far back as we can see.
It crystallizes, but not completely.”
Teilhard de Chardin, in The Phenomenon of Man
Earth, my beloved, I wear your love story of atoms
and pore over your letters
written in strings of jade and planes of mica.
I thought I was the center of your affection
but all the while you were unstable
and consciously lusting to break out of these patterns
leaving me behind with my plain old skin.
Still feeling the exile of stardust in my bones,
I wanted union. You chose mosaic and crystals
and veiled geometry and evolving complexity.
I was just a small forgotten part of the attraction.
I wear your love story
remembering the ways our love was amorphous
but never failed
to be beautiful.