Once, I bit love, tried to tongue it in
as my heart banged,
broke ribs from the inside.
My brain was a radio tuned to her.
All else was hiss.
Hissing, radio static bounces about
since the Big Bang, reminds us,
once, the universe was
the small, hot head of a pin
where lusting angels danced,
then it exploded.
How many times can it do that?