And I saw you taking pictures
of the stars, your form a black hole
against a speckled evening sky
my heart drawn, helplessly, into it.
How could I pass beyond
a boundary so strong that my being
must be torn asunder in admiration?

For there you were, and still are
a force toward which I am pulled
forever giving myself to you
just on the edge of the event horizon.

Brad Garber lives and writes in the Great Northwest. He fills his home with art, music, photography, plants, rocks, bones, books, good cookin’ and love. He has published poetry, art, photos, essays and articles in many quality publications. Hi is a 2013 Pushcart Prize nominee.