Pretty, pale star, deep in the night, blinking towards me with a fragile light. So soft and alluring, drawing me in, with flashing eyes and porcelain skin.

A homeless planet, seeking your light, I fall into orbit with nary a fight. I turn and I relish your glow as I spin, turning around you again and again.

But the warmth of you fades, replaced by your bite, as I spin and turn into your night. Cold and injured, and so it begins. Watching new planets turn, where I’ve once been.

I drift in your darkness, and out of your sight. Floating away like a lost, lonely kite. The feel of your warmth now feels like a sin; the star now a stranger, not even a friend.

– m.p. mcvey