My first love*

My first love was
found on a warm
dry continent
with curled up toes,
and a language in
the spasms of creation;
spanning my speck
of grain against the
cold unspeakably
quiet expanse of the
the universe. It was
chaos. All around.
Corpses. Strewn.
In heaps. Frozen. and
outside the furry fabric
of my canopy of my
infiniteseminal world.
I lived in the middle
of the universe. In
the dimly lit basement
of my first first love.