Orbiting a Star
The bright simmering golden summer sun,
Whose touch falls unfettered upon my skin,
Stares at me as if I’m the only one.
I return feelings by a joyous grin.
There’s a need to caress her with my arms,
To hold her closer than possibly be.
Beckoning me with her magnetic charms,
Knowing that she will be the death of me.
There is a choice to maintain my orbit,
With safety traveling at a distance,
As around her wrist, a bangle bracelet.
An asteroid I’ll be, doing penance!
Touching her fully quells a great desire!
Like an aged star I explode and expire!