Like a planet

I feel so much like a planet,

like a body made 

of the matter of the universe

revolving evermore, 

rotating round my axis

through time and dark space.

It’s the same, everything,

day follows night follows day

word follows word follows word

and the same pattern is as though

written into infinity.

But what must happen

if my longing consumes me

and I tear away 

from my gravity into yours?

Will we collide like planets do

into a marvellous spectacle 

of flames and energy?

Will we turn into a black hole

swallowing even light?

Or will we continue 

our cosmic movement

like a planet and its moon

together until the end of time?