for so long we’ve been spinning
through independent heavens
whistling through existence in
unparalleled arcs that lack an orbit
my moon has complained
that your famous pull on my ocean
of happiness has been absent and
she’s had to carry the extra burden
of hauling in shooting stars
to keep my spirits up
so dear wanderer
won’t you come visit
here are my new coordinates
why not take some time
stretch out under my 2 suns
sip some cloudless joy
and watch me surf along
the crest of your face
cutback
and carve an extra curl in your smile?
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