The sun cannot feel its own heat
It does not know why
the planets recoil from it
and spin further and further away
Aeon by aeon, an expanding galaxy
And yet those same planets
cannot resist the sun’s pull
Its gravity draws them, holds them
in beautiful harmony
All drift slowly away
and yet remain entranced
like shy lovers in a dance
Their steps measured by a symphony of millenia
But one dancer,
the smallest and nearest planet to the sun,
cannot help but love the blazing star
and unlike all the others who stay far,
draws nearer, nearer still
Though its surface grows scorched
and cracked, and its seas
evaporated at the sun’s first kiss
it dares to approach in bliss
It knows no other desire
than to be closer
Closer
And one day, it will fall into that fiery embrace
and be consumed
And its last thought will be
not of regret
but ecstasy
Woman With a Pen 