Black Hole

I cannot explain your essence
I cannot explain the aura of your being.
you are only flesh and blood,
but somehow, your body is refracted back
as deep, abysmal mystery
Like the sun-tinted horizon
at the end of a Black Hole
you are soft and warming, but ultimately
unreachable
Unreachable.
That is your name.
That is the irony of your beauty,
so enthralling by nature, a true gem in the sky
only to find you as a pitch-black vacuum of light,
sucking away the agony from life
replacing it instead, returning those who enter,
with emptiness.
and an obliqueness of your mind.