Heavenly Bodies (Poetry)

Across the void, her smile’s a warming sun
and lonely planets, lured towards her flame,
circle, ever-patient, play her game
and dangle in the heavens, lightly-strung.

Astronomy has rules, like etiquette —
separate orbits keep them in their place —
their bodies cannot touch but spin in space
allotted to them, grateful to reflect

and bask within the fickle heat she sheds —
hot, melting kisses then a cooling glance —
Love’s changing season loosely pinned to chance,
the passion fading from once fiery reds,

her body bleeds, indifferent as a stone,
while suitors, growing distant in the grips
of moody winter, welcome cloud’s eclipse
and live in shadow — leave her ghost alone.