There are degrees drawn in the heart
echoing lines calculating the absoluteness of zero,
scaling to meet the incalescence swaddling a birth of stars.
We are long past nova or theoretical lack of motion,
drift weightless; serene, wrapped in vacuum.
I need this place for us, absent of gravity
where nothing is measurable; where even sound
is less event and more wave. This way,
when I speak your name you will know it
not through ears, but somewhere deeper
than senses ever reach.