natural satellite by Samson J. L. Soulsby

natural satellite

In the deep velvet

darkness of space, who is at

fault for the movement

of stars? Is it the

unfathomable silent

physics of planets:

their magnetism,

magma blood of hot iron,

calling to the stone—

or is it the stone,

too weak to resist the pull,

too willing to fall

into the orbit

of another, streaming with

white-fire stardust,

who is to blame for

this stubborn, celestial

dance that never ends?

Astronomy says

it is the natural way,

faultless and perfect—

but I cannot help

but marvel how the shining

rings look so like a

halo over you

when I know the truth: you feign

to read another

page—and call to me,

silently, as if by the

iron in your blood.

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Sue White