John MacPhereson

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Orbit - Poem by John MacPhereson

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.

Topic(s) of this poem: desire


Comments about Orbit by John MacPhereson

  • Kelly Kurt (11/17/2015 7:28:00 PM)


    Desire is not love. It may well be the opposite. (Report) Reply

    John (michael) Macphereson John (michael) Macphereson (11/18/2015 1:58:00 AM)

    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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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 17, 2015



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