Wednesday, June 12, 2024

Orbits (2014)

  

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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