You're a solar system,
and I'm a rogue cosmonaut who
(having fallen in love with you through a telescope)
has built a ship from the salvage
of lesser explorations;
now I spend my days
(or nights— hard to tell)
looking at you, chin in hand,
waiting for a place to land.
Feb 23, 2011
Feb 23, 2011 at 8:17 AM UTC
You're a solar system,
and I'm a rogue cosmonaut who
(having fallen in love with you through a telescope)
has built a ship from the salvage
of lesser explorations;
now I spend my days
(or nights— hard to tell)
looking at you, chin in hand,
waiting for a place to land.
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