orbital

we wax and wane -
in our travelling
around one another
leaning-in
leaning-out

our orbits stable but
fluxing as we move
the light strikes
full, half, gone

then full again:  the heart
fills, drains, dies
and rises to fullness
in the turn

there is no ecstasy in such
steady travelling	but there
is warmth from our sun
and togetherness

as our orbits run smooth
and soft, round and round
reach-in
reach-out

and roll away -
the dance is all we are
makes symmetry

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