Subjects.

I never knew much astronomy,
But he was always my sun.
And I
Were his moon.
The way his ambers always made my
chest glisten in the dark.

I know no geography
But he was my plains
And I was all the vegetation
That found it's roots in him.

I know no biology
But he was my heart,
soft and pouncing at twice the speed
Each time I felt his skin against mine.
And I was the mitochondria in his cells,
Each of them keeping us alive
Making us indestructible.

I know no politics
But he was the dictator
And I were the the follower
Following his words
Like satin on my burial ground
And sinking inside it

I know no psychology
But it's only him who keeps
Me sane in this insane world
Keeping my bipolarity at bay
And anxiety at my fingernails
Cutting them off every few days.

I know no history
For I trace mine in him
He the emperor of the sultanet
And me the daasi he fell in love with
Ours was a typical love story
Lost in the pages of history books for seventh graders.

I know no chemistry
But he and I were sodium and oxygen
Burning bright in each other's presence.

I know not much literature
But he's my Henry chinaski
And I'm all his women, combined.

I know no love, I swear.
But he is it.