She bore my soul
as the sun bears an orbit,
a volcano-skinned corona filling
My soul, caught by Sol
My satellite spirit
Tumbles just out of reach
You warm me and
suspend me in thine beauty
You arrest me and attract me
But I know to keep my distance
For one mis-teetered keeling
skins my delicate organs
and erupts me inside your
volcano lined furnace
As a star does
to it’s most foolish of followers
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 11:52 AM UTC
She bore my soul
as the sun bears an orbit,
a volcano-skinned corona filling
My soul, caught by Sol
My satellite spirit
Tumbles just out of reach
You warm me and
suspend me in thine beauty
You arrest me and attract me
But I know to keep my distance
For one mis-teetered keeling
skins my delicate organs
and erupts me inside your
volcano lined furnace
As a star does
to it’s most foolish of followers
This is not a love poem.
