I heard you mention curves

Folding the robes of your pyjamas

In the snap cold morning

With a smoke and coffee

You said you believed

In M Theory.

 

On silver coated grass we sat

Your eyes like event horizons.

The pull and tuck influence

Of words falling from your lips

Like animals from a ridge.

 

And the mist began to fill

The desperate corners of morning

You walked slowly into the smoke

And dissapeared.

 

The outline of your skeleton

Failed to shine, I knew then

You are the anti matter

That cannot be measured.