Heavenly bodies

Midnight, I’m alone, and can’t sleep.

You’re off to Boston, but I wish I were knee-deep. 

The sound of the breeze outside my window is supposed to sound calming.

Then, why the hell am I wishing I were on a different galaxy? 

My nightstand has a photo of you at a beach hotel. 

So sexy, it’s cruel. 

I’m pretending to look at the night sky, but actually thinking of you in your white button-down. 

My face wanted a crow’s feet, not a frown. 

The Jupiter to my Earth, you’re my cosmic protector. 

Shielding me from the asteroids, comets, and vicious particle. 

Sure, I was once a thorny cactus. 

But now, you’re my blooming Lotus. 

Make me a star, a high hanging fruit on a tree. 

That can be captured only by you, don’t you  agree? 

I don’t want to be a decaying root you built, 

Eventually leading to how the bottom leaves of a house plant wilt. 

As the Moon emerges from the clouds.

You’re not here, so I toss and turn, in the blackout.

With your body in my mind, Yours Truly gets her sheets drenched and the pillows bit. 

But promise me, once the Sun appears, it’s you who will be this culprit. 

The galaxy, sky, Jupiter, star, the Sun, and the Moon. 

All the heavenly bodies, are using their gravity to encapsulate us soon, my groom. 

So, drink your beer, and wait for me in the Colonnade at the dawn.

Soon we’ll be singing “here’s to forever and a day,” while driving off to the metaphorical horizon.