The night terrors take over
Sweatyshakes and screams waking neighbours
And starting a chorus of foxes;
Crying like panic into the night.
The very odds against meeting you
Are simply astronomical
At best.

Seven billion people
Halved by sex
Divided by geography
And still I never fancied my chances.
And then the formula,
(Beyond Einstein, beyond Hawkins)
To figure out the particulars…
The Where’s and the How’s and the When’s.

Even this does not compare to the complication
Of the common denominators of our compatibility
Sub-divided by how beautiful you are
Times how ordinary I feel next to you.

I have held meetings with quantum physicists,
The greatest minds across our history,
And I have asked them
The simplest question:
Will one plus one ever equal two?
They shrug their shoulders, unknowing,
Just like the rest of us.

But then I wake
And you are watching me
And the love in your eyes is bigger than the cosmos
It is as unfathomable as life’s biggest mystery.
You are more beautiful than God, I think.

And you kiss me on the lips, like heaven descending,
“lucky bastard”, you say.