A Strange Kind of Rendezvous
Try as I might
I cannot entirely be human.
The light behind my eyes will not let me;
not sure what kind of being you are also.
This place we circle around,
this field of dark moons we circle
it's not a home, not even a dream
of a home.
We orbit each other
as if we were an unknown species;
maybe dangerous
maybe an atomic cloud of love or hate
maybe me?
I think our minds could kiss passionately,
but then
could we pull away
or would we be locked into an alien reality
forever?
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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