starbound

Swing a leg over, baby and I’ll take you on a rocket ship ride.
Hold on tight and close your eyes; you’ll know for sure when you’ve arrived.
Bite down on your lower lip if and when you feel the need.
We’ll start out slow, I promise; when you’re ready, we’ll pick up speed.
I’m staring at Venus again. I’m holding the moon in my hands.
And now there is nothing between us, save the best laid plans.
A Centaur gallops t’ward you now; his gaze you can’t avoid.
He rears up in the black of night. Relax. Breathe deep. Enjoy.
We’ll burn through every drop of fuel. We’ll shoot across the sky like stars.
And when we land on earth again, the morning will be ours.

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About michaelpoetry

I was born in Labrador (Happy Valley, to be exact ... isn't that a great place to be from?)
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