Theory Of Everything

It’s getting late…
Much too late,
to not have
what I should be having.

It’s growing dark
through the shades of fiery orange.
I’m beaming light
through thin panties.

There is a universe
that exists when we connect.
There is a universe
that we created because it was not.

And every night
our flesh rests together,
We devour
the darkness,
the light,
and the music of every universe
that we have made,
or not yet invented.