Orbit Poem by John MacPhereson

Orbit



At times, on long winter nights, I feel
Like an astronaut, orbiting the plane
Between universal beauty and planetary
Lust. I float in the bosom of forgotten
Gravity, gravitating at all times towards
Your love, the pull of which drags me
Into your atmosphere, and I lose control.

Tuesday, November 17, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: desire
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kelly Kurt 17 November 2015

Desire is not love. It may well be the opposite.

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True. But desire can be a part of love. You can love what you also desire. They are not the same, I agree... But they aren't mutually exclusive either.

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