We met by star lust, shared a drink or two
Our worlds colliding, differing night as day,
Drawn together by dark matter’s murky glue,
Sheer Jovian impact, now what to say?
Had I but there a cigarette to light
To burn the awkward silence of the Moon:
Saturnine bleakness murky walls did dight,
Black holian shadows oppressive as a tomb.
Dimples of Venus, love is deep as skin—
No comet bright to burst through passions door,
Just the lingering scent of telluric sin
Meteoric clothing strewn upon the floor.
I fall to Earth, eclipse my Martian frame,
Mercurial madness marred by stellar shame.
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