Star-crossed and in perpetual orbit:

the Moon circling

the Earth circling

the Sun—your heart

beating

the rhythm of my soul.

Enter

the cruel eclipse:

spouses,

children!

(yours, mine

never ours).

Still,

this relentless and

unchangeable love,

our secret conflagration,

longs to burn

out loud.

SusanWritesPrecise

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