Soulmates aren’t
the people
that make you the
happiest, no.
They’re instead the
ones
who make you feel
the most
burning like a
star on the edge of
the world
as one night ends
and another
begins.
Radiation and
reactions.
Scientific poetry,
poetic science.
Around and around
in an endless
circle.
They’re pure
elation,
danger, and
ecstasy.
They’re the ones
that can destroy
you.
They’re the only
ones
you long to know...
(~an excerpt from Victoria Erickson's beautiful new poetry collection- Edge of Wonder-