Below is the second entry in my hitherto unpublished poetry series, written back in 2007. It was my first attempt at free verse (at least, half free verse).
For those without a physics background, my only Coles note: time slows in a gravitational field.
As always, comments and/or mockery are welcome.
Upon me; like the sun and earth,
My eyes stay locked upon you as we dance
In heavenly circles around the room.
Yet how sweetly cruel is this attraction:
My most violent thrust alters not your course,
But recoils upon me with equal force;
Yet one unconscious tremor when you move
Sends my world askew,
And causes tears, sweat and bile
To spew forth.
Thus I remain your satellite,
Content to but reflect your light,
Content to bide my time, to approach
When you command, and feel time slow as
I draw near you.