Small condensed energy exploding into a big bang.
Over time, and time, and time, and effort,
My mass nears your orbit, and I’m pulled closer.
Then at once, the gravity is too much and I can’t escape.
Hurling through your atmosphere, burning up.
Crashing directly into your surface.
Creating a crater, large and open, lasting.
We make quite an impact on each other.
I send waves through Terra firma,
and we coalesce, for a time.
Spinning in orbit around a greater explanation.
The stars are all around us.
Over time, and time, and time and effort,
We hurtle towards the center of a collapsing star.
We cannot escape the catastrophe.
Our energy is pulled from us atom by atom.
And all that is left of my memory of you,
was the way you looked as I approached your serenity,
and breached your atmosphere.
How hot we became when we touched.
A very special no thanks, to gravity, heat, and chaos. Good ingredients for planetary movement
40/40: Summer Poem Slam-a-bam is a project in which people have joined me for 40 days and 40 nights of on-demand poetry. They have submitted the concepts, ideas, and subjects; I’ve done the rest.
“Three Dog Night”
On top of the bed,
A smallish dog licks her paws.
Keeping me awake.