Jupiter
Prophets say it will take light years
to touch your ringlets and swim into your oasis,
lending auburn nights with passion or regret.
How many gods live among those bright comets?
I want to rumble in your stones, pellets and neon gas-
below, my mortal skin swells under a realm open
the sun, the moon, your galaxy swarm inside me
as I watch your torches pulsate , enticed!
Nov 23, 2017
Copyright © Ferdie Doyon | Year Posted 2017
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