I saw that things revolved around her...
attention not exempt because she's always grabbin' it.
her voice was a natural attractive force:
that's to say she was spittin' gravity.
So it was no surprise to find that likely
her universe of affinity was ever-so expanding;
so damn demanding,
heliocentric works if on helios she's standing;
that is, if the sun she was manning.
But so far beyond the stars,
she had the other chicks in the galaxy maddening;
on that quantum shit, she was
stealing my physics and they simply wasn't having it.
Not that there was anything they could do about this black hole like gravity.
steady pulse like solar wind, push the haters off when they come snappin and shit.
absorbing me into herself,
she had a telescope through my mind while she was trappin it. . .
©Brandon Baker, 2010
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