Centripetal

The crimson moon bawls on his flight Doleful to be condemned to night His samba partner teems with life Yet he hangs listless filled with strife Whilst craters pock his dusty face Her smooth profile glows soft with grace Waves splash coyly along her skin As parching drought afflicts the twin Halo membranes caress her soul While he claims little to extol He’s locked away from that embrace Like a buckle upon her waist Sequestered on his lofty perch He ponders how to end his lurch He tries to shake his mantle free So he can float with meek debris Just as he starts to drift away He hears whispers begin to play Prayers hailing romance twist his ear Until he melts away from fear Maybe those folks below can see Just how lonely the moon can be Words purify to help him heal His love for her shall make him real