Not a rational activity

"Love is not a rational activity,"
she spoke low and let the words hang
until silence compressed
then stretched across the milky way
to nod at distant galaxies and holes.

"Ah, carita," his soft tone
echoed through emptiness
to fill vast universes and small,
plumping each blood cell.
Noise fills the head
in a sudden din of confusion.

No way to turn in this
world without markers,
they fall into each others' sympathy,
rapt and true, standing steady
in the face of love.