by Christopher Welsch

Created on: October 11, 2009   Last Updated: October 12, 2009

Gravity Controls their Nights
Planets and meteors emit inferno heat
Spheres invite deceit, rotating in meeting
Slipping paths twist when intertwining
Both spirits think murky skies appear fine
Galaxies glow like major acting theaters
A floating stone creeps nearer, greeting her
Fireballs shape into tomes, blasting to maim
Broken word pieces written like snowy rain
Painfully unable to decipher metaphors

When falling over Lady Earth's open plain

Colliding orbits banging while interjecting
Surfaces closing in, to brush by as objects
Rapid gravity enforcing optional pro-action
Keeping no time for cordial introductions
Choosing motions near forest destruction
Space minerals zoom to slash her lush land
Soon enticed by his cratered, alluring hands
Creating regretful, depressing memories
Smiling pebbles bleed shrinking greenery
During flying shows of repeated treacheries

I placed curious probes to go high up in space
To feel weak meteors, skin to skin, face to face
To ask why explode next day and incinerate?
Cycling back when friendly mates rejuvenate
Still following morosely, misguided fates

In deep outer space's grandiose vastness
He says, "Blue globes are openly fruitful"
"They let me have it, they're so bountiful"
He goes on, "I can't resist the gorgeous"

Luminous orbs tightly choke him breathless
While exploring frontiers of the unseen universe
He's drawn into her living, oxygen atmosphere
When the meteor goes circling closer near
Catch burning release of his broiled energy
The powerless listen to immoral Sir Gravity
When they desire the rush of his pleasured fury

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