Moonglow

Your face in the waning evening light glows like the moon of another planet, while I trail in your orbit, content to follow except for the occasional exploratory expedition I might launch, and which you turn away. I fear the time, and I know it will come, when in frantic pursuit of you, that I might spin out of orbit and into black deep space, where the only light will be that tiny speck of moonglow that was your smile.

Bluejay

Veteran of old My Poetry Forum before its hiatus. Happy to be back.

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