I have been fascinated by solar systems, planets orbiting around a central star, this pull they have towards burning. And, still they remain, circling, able to maintain their distance, each with its own level of comfort and pattern. They continue pedaling around and around like painted horses. Like you and me.
I’m terrified to get caught up in your gravity. So I inch slowly, I turn circles, but never patterns. Comfortability moves towards an incendiary end. At least it always has and those are the fears I carry. The past orbiting planets are the ghosts of relationships that sunk us into nothingness. We got too close. We got too far. We died.
How would it look to share this orbit? Would you be kind? Could I stand the heat and follow movement, allowing the gravity to settle? Would our end be different? Do I trust the universe enough to try?