Popularity is not an indication of quality.
Poetry isn't an activity, it's a way life is lived.
If you were the sky, I would unfurl myself in you, as a rainbow of colors yet unseen. I would become oceans of stars in your night.
You never read about the real pain. It lives where no word can travel.
How can I follow my heart when it's waiting around for the rest of me to make the decision?
Sex in space (Earth included) far exceeds our wildest imaginations, and is more than a big bang, that's for sure, it's cosmic.