wild surmise

I leaned in close and whispered
the seduction of science
the brazen beguilement of
new ways to understand, perceive, express

you told me
that even the laws of physics
are uncertain
that their certainty is derived from
patterns

that maybe, tomorrow, the sun wouldn't rise
I was beguiled and breathless at your wild surmise

later that night I took it from you
I took it with my ravenous eyes and rapacious mind

I took it from your mouth
I took it with my mouth

The sun did rise the next morning
the sky was blazing audaciously
with patterned certainty
and I kept hunting for your wildness