by Coral Frontini

Perhaps you are the yang and I the yin.

Seems like you’re Paradiso and I have the nine circles within.

Or maybe you embody Helios 

And I, the lonesome Selene 

awaiting a halt in the axes

to at last liberate we;

And through the solar system

We could spin, and spin.

No obligation to rise with the Dawn, nor the light the Night sky’s visage. 

You, the sun

I, the moon

The galaxy is ours.

We could do anything,

if only we weren’t so far apart.