Foreign Objects

I love you today,

like gravity.

Falling into you,

but moving with such speed,

I burn up in your atmosphere.

At least part of me

and maybe that’s a good thing.

We fall in and out of love,

dipping in our orbits.

Foreign constellations

show up in our skies


and we are lost again,

until we swing back

into each other’s presence.


HG – 2019


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