Jupiter

 

In love with you,

I'm in the ambit of Jupiter.

You dominate my sky.

My zenith and my horizon,

My lifelong pyramid of you.

 

I drive in my car to work and

Have the illusion of your following me.

Like the moon, you're always full, always facing me.

You have no darkside for me to speak of.

 

I'm drawn, as physical laws would have it,

To your gravity, your perpetual centrifugal storms.

It's part of your beauty; your marbled emotional countenance.

It gives you texture and brilliance.

 

In the kitchen, I wait for you to come,

Lean on me, give me weight in my cold empty space.

Goddess, you are providence.

You bring rain,

thunder and lightning before the dawn,

You are with the moon, illuminating my night

You reflect as much of life as you do light.

Reviews

[Sarah B.]

i expected this to be longer it was that good...the kitchen always draws a poem or rather draws it to...have you ever read any Gwendolyn MacEwan?

[THE BLACK SEAL]

hey man i really like this one a lot. no need to change anything...so chalk this up to another of my reviews that people pick on..lol simply put i enjoyed it and could find nothing to nitpick though i am not a nitpicker everyone has their own voice and you certainly have yours. the harshest critics on the cafe are more often than not the lousiest writers..

[Beatrice Noir]

its so believable, as though you know you`ll feel the same way in years. very beautiful and timeless.