Charles B. Snoad

Universe All

your mind is a universe all
to itself
a vast ineffable
bundle of stars

incandescent thoughts
illuminate the moons
of your imagination

you wonder if
Newton floated
the idea of gravity
to keep the masses down

I remind you
love is not a theory
or practice exercise

let me kiss you
in the suburbs of our youth
like no one’s home
to catch us with
our hormones exposed

I remember the sweet spot
on your scientific blue jeans
your homeroom Shakespeare
algebra blue jeans
the flip flops dangling
from the honor roll
of your extracurricular blue jeans

I remember how
to trace your curves
to hold your life
for a moment in mine

love is not a theory
or practice exercise

c b snoad
draft 2-17-03
edit 1-24-17