oh your heart is a space dust covered beating rock
you want to be a comet streaking to something you only ever thought magical
comfort of not quite night or the early hours when the first stirrings
of strangers tumble from tube stations tiredness jammed in their eyes
let our blood swim together delve into the day like magnets dragging
moments in planets among planets searching for love
Written: August 2017. Explanation: A poem written in my own time. Feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page. NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the future.