Event Horizon

We are outside the Universe
here, lips close, hips close, speaking softly,
voices trapped, coming back to us thinly.
I am drawn to you. I can smell your hair.
"Wanting someone is different," you said.
It is different here, past the event horizon.
I cannot stop our lips from touching;
no night sky left, only our voices, they
collide just before I collide with you

we are stretched.  An observer would swear
time had stopped for us, and, breaking the Laws,
we could tell. No one can see us now past this point.
Everything we do will be lost,
cut off

by a horizon of silence
that is imperceptible to instruments
yet as thin
as your breath
on my face.