My Alien Poem by James Walter Orr

The stars are weeping in the skies
Because they live not in your eyes.
The moon weeps too, because her light
Falls on you only in the night.
You live in another world and space,
With your heart and soul in another place.
This world will never know your grace
Nor can it ever feel your form,
Nor can it keep you safe and warm,
Caress your skin, enjoy your charm,
Nor look with longing at your face.

The fantasies, your skin does bring
Like freshest flowers of the spring,
And hands, those contours to explore
O'er every inch, and search for more.
Not in this world has time been blessed
To count each place the lips are pressed
And count each time we've reached the crest.
Each story new, each story old
Blessed in itself, each time it's told,
To touch and feel and have and hold,
Too bitter sweet to say the rest.