My primary. Around that body, I revolve.

Not to draw closer, in my circle held.

The universe put us in our paths
And gave us not deviate.

Even me to face her, only at times:
My turn is not tidally locked.

Move away, and look away, then back.
We dance with each other from our distance.

She’s bright and warm but so shadowed.

As trapped as I.

Why is she?

For what if we’re not those stellar bodies in the cold?

I plead to learn more about her, to give more,
But she folds her arms.

If I could join her, would she have me?
She loves me, so I don’t know why she hides.

Can I orbit her always, held back?
Am I that strong?

(Summer 2015)