Saturn

I am afraid

of the way

this poem

unravels,

telling more

than my heart

has dared to

tell my mind

foolish and reckless

this poem

comes running

to finger tips

with no answers

just questions

and too many feelings.

who are you and how did you get here?

do you love as easy as you speak?

what magic is your skin made of?

who do I thank for your smile?

for the laughter like rings ?

for you as beautiful as Saturn?

this poem

knows your gravity

the certainty of orbits

turning me into nothing

into everything

into this cliff diver

astronaut dare devil

and you

Saturn

So beautiful without

me,

just another one of your 52 moons,

watching from a distance

as this poem

unravels

and no one is watching

not even my mind

who still thinks

this poem

is about

everything

else

but falling

for you

and those rings

oh,

Saturn

..your rings