Hour 10: Out of orbit

I called you in as salve

for my loneliness

and you appeared to be

a gift from the powers—

the intercession

of spirit pulling strings

 

You wanted me

to dance with you

brow to brow

cheek to cheek

hip to hip—

in perfectly balanced flow

cycling within an insulated circuit,

orbiting each other

in some far off

pocket dimension

 

I did not recognize

this part of the cosmos

and began to pitch

and pull toward my own orbit

 

You were stronger than you looked

I called in debris and asteroids

to knock me off

the course you plotted

you clung more tightly

and whispered,

“Now that I’ve found you,

I’ll never let you go.”

 

You called out first

to the powers that be

with forever on your lips.

A sweet dream of easy love

curdled in my stomach

as I found myself to be

at the tail end of an ouroboros

perpetually caught

in the teeth of your yearning

for someone to hold onto,

not unlike mine

 

The pain of the pinch

shook the glamour from my eyes

and I awakened gratefully alone

 

Go dance your eternal dances elsewhere,

frolic away in faerie land

make your wishes, but beware

things don’t always end up as they’re planned

 

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