stars are enough

He lean-dances around my skin
moon earth-bound in cycles
pulling at my tides

but I brush his dust off
push him spaceward out
but my gravity grabs him
pulls his great weight in

I sidestep sending
his mismatched attraction
slamming into a door

then shut, contained in my own space
where only his voice can reach me
he fades in my sky
journeying to another system
another galaxy construct
to hug another earth

and I sway sideways
side-tracked with a
cracked horizon
off-kilter without his lilting

I need lunar admiration
even when it flies too close
to the tides
I need a white orb
gliding by at night

but why him?
why not some other orb
like a second sun
beating down on my ground?
I think I can do without
the sounds caught in his throat
without his brazen cratered
display, such a craggy
crazy dark face...

the stars are enough for me
they shine from a distance