a comet

she flies like a comet
without the fear
of the deep space

her heart is made of ice

she moves, like a queen
in the interstellar darkness

she’s orbiting around
drawing on
drawing off

teasing him with her dusty shawl
barely touching
an emotional dwarf

she’s orbiting
defying the laws of gravity
attraction

on the verge she keeps him
on the verge

drawing far
drawing near

at the end, – an old Newton was right

(patience)

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