Most of the moon is illuminated
these days.
Basking in the warmth of its solar partner
Bathing in the light of its longest love
Borrowing constant kisses of heat and bright
an existence of comfort and convenience
An old love
Sewn of familiarity.
Though there is a part of its surface
which still lies cold and dark.
A land of eternal night
who pulls away from the white hot
and strains to pull closer
Into the gravitational pull of Mars.
Where the red dry pallor
Might recognize the darkness
it knows so well itself
A new rotation
sewn from excitement and passion.
The kind of pull that can be felt
but not reached,
By two beings who delight in dancing in shade.
Though the moon knows there always has to be
a lighthearted counterpart
and it braces itself,
For the promise of the light which always has to come.
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