Nearing end of one more circle 'roundher fiery love, she's lost count of steps
to starry dance. Thousands upon thousands,
surely, maybe many more, mostly gentle sway of
hips yet occasionally something more dramatic
comes to mind, madness really, and she can't help but shake it up a little. Costly choreography hurts her to her very core but otherwise the trip gets boring after all this time, tidal rhyme of night and day,one season flowing into the other as perfumed auroras announce her essence, lover reaching out a finger to beckon her come closer.
"Not yet," Earth whispers to the Sun. "Embrace
will come one day, my love. Patience! Millenia
must yet pass. For now, enjoy the dance."
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2012
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