She rages like the air of Jupiter,
Currents of blush.
And my words are the orbiters
That bring that red rush
Flushing out her Neptune Blue eyes.
Once the methane contained
Inflames her insides
She accumulates like rain particles
Arranged with high tides and low winds.
I love her to no end but deep inside her core
It's molten rock and old worn out folk lore.
She makes my heart into a ring.
Like the moon of Saturn destroyed by gravity,
The attraction and reactions lack satisfaction and esteem.
I collect myself with asteroid belts
And explode the view with something new.
A birth of a renaissance, a fresh lit sconce.
The words that work with the right font
To write and want to write again,
A Venus hot burlesque vixen
That's fixing to bring a tidal force
Strong enough to rip my forts supports.
So out comes the waves of words in smorgasbords
Like stars in herds of lights and hertz that fight their way at night to Earth,
And strike a nerve within me
To write with no such ending
About this girl who is a universe,
Captivating until it hurts
But never ending like a verse within me
Ever expanding.
