Simplicity

In case you have forgotten dear, you are simplicity.
Claim to be a complex creature as long as you like
but in the grand elaborate scheme
you're a mere player.
We both are.
You speak of universe's and their infinity
your wild streak surging under your porcelain sheath
gleaming with your flash of inspiration.
You say there are black holes in my pupils
and entire civilizations in my right iris
but that each little universe is but a toy of another
much larger macrocosm
always dilated and swelling.
The swell of the universe's and the music
and the rhythm of my hips are all you have to cling to I suppose.
But remember as I said you are simplicity
you're simple
you really are.
So if you see entire universe's in my eyes
then that is enough complexity for us both.
So shush my ramblings with your lips
and move me tracing my cries with the pads of your thumbs.
I'll lay in this land with you until the brink of four years from now
marveling in how simply complicated you are
and how I have come
to love you.