yellow

I do not love the sun wildly,
not being able to reconcile
the distance that he keeps,
but I orbit him despite. The
scientist in me still searches
for any evidence of gravity,
what I mistook for meaning.
I will wait for the collisions
on your face to lend light to
the endless rotations, passing
seasons on this spinning orb.

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Poet. Photographer. Writer. Goddess. View all posts by ky

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