Her love, her love sends me on cloud nine:
when she enters my mind, I am glad she is mine.
Her skin is soft as petals; her bosom
as honeydew; her lips like a cantaloupe
my tongue wants to carve into; her face as
the mountains, always smiling and never
changing.  Her features remind me of Nature
so I call her Earth.  Together, we matured
from our days of childhood games to picking
out names for our new babies.  She lifts me
high; past the troposphere, further than the
stratosphere, beyond the ionosphere, I shoot
by the thermosphere, I dart out of Earth's
atmosphere.  I laugh as I cling to star dust
and watch shooting stars race for the moon.
It was the best time I ever had...

Until it ended too soon.  As I darted towards
the moon, I realized I had no air
to breathe.  Suddenly, I knew that I must
leave or die in obscurity.  I left Earth
to find my home in space.  I neglected to
know that space could not give me what I
needed to stay alive.  I cough, I hack, I
wheeze.  My body twists and turns until I am
in a contorted shape, and my limbs
drift out of space.  My joints freeze, my
blood runs thin.  I am pale in the face...
Where is my face? My cheeks implode,
my eyeballs want to jump out, and I loose my
nose.  In absolute zero my hair shatters
like glass.  My legs break apart and
gravitate back to Earth.  My backbone
cracks from the strike of a stray
meteor.  My spinal cord and my brain turn
into mush simultaneously.  At the end, my
body floats and disintegrates into a million
pieces.  I shower Earth with my invisible
dust particles.  I may have died, but at least
I returned to Earth.