The Little Planet of Desire

One day she'll love me

Like a tiny dead moon you orbit your goddess sun; the eternal source of joy and pleasure

Alas, for her, you are but a shadow to cool itchy spots

Your path is predictably distant and safe, and what a tiny, obvious circumference

And plenty of room for vicious sunbursts

She’s just waiting

For Mars

But the bastard only comes by

Once every 1.8 Earth Years

 

 

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