We float in a weird place
Like silver-sided satellites
In orbits we can’t predict
Nor reject
I am dawn to her
Shinning skin
The shell she’s adopted
The eyes,
Glinting with sunlight,
The only way inside
I touch the surface
And it seems cold
Distant,
Unavailable,
As she plunges
Around some other
Greater,
More mysterious body,
To which she has
Attached herself,
While I,
Much lesser, orbit
Around her,
Aching to feel
Warmth in her
Cool skin,
To get inside
Her shell,
To feel what
She really feels like
But her orbit
Steals her away.
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