July 23

In orbit around you
My ellipse sometimes close
Often far,
But always drawn back
By gravity or is it love
That pulls me towards you?

Release me from this captivity
Set me free to dance
Not follow this path
Find my own way
Floating through space
And time.

And I know I’ll fall straight
Into the weight
of your being,
Collapsing in
To become one
Or explode.

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