Superstition

A Poem

Your sun shines so heavy

upon my kissed skin,

your moon rising against

my soft beating chest.

Your mercury always closed

and locked away,

whilst your venus is so confused

about whether or not to hold me

and cherish what we have,

or simply stay.

Your Mars is chaotic, uncontrollable and

yet so calming;

Jupiter watches your back no matter

how many mistakes you made.

Saturn no longer disciplines you as you

have given yourself too much freedom,

like a boat drifting through a

tsunami.

You’re reckless, unaccounted for;

yet somehow I hold down my claim on you

as though I’ve done this.

Uranus and Neptune, have created you

amongst these atoms and compounds,

more unique than the last.

I’m waiting for pluto to give you what you deserve

because right now my Chiron is waiting

to simply heal.

These planets, these stars,

these atoms and cells,

bound us together for what may be

for the rest of eternity.

I’m scared and I fear how your atoms

attack mine.

In the middle of the night,

over the phone,

or in the middle of the day.

I’m scared that you let them get the better of you.

Just so they bring out the worst in me.