At the Galaxy Cafe' she sat
alone,
her thoughts orbiting
the sun of her burning being,
moonshine skin luminous
and admired by a star
of his own show in the
corner, over by the
quiche and tabouli cooler.
Without warning, probably
something like how Earth
will be surprised one day,
he became a hot meteor
seeking its cosmic source,
and was suddenly upon her.
One deep look, then with a
kiss
they started a revolution.
Written for The Mag: Mag 155 that inspired with the above photo prompt (artwork by Joseph Lorusso).
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What a lovely thought, attracted like a meteor, and loneliness burns up in the encounter!
ReplyDeleteThe Big Bang Theory .. wow!!! I love the quiche and tabouli in the cooler line!
ReplyDeletenicely done....thanks for sharing your words
ReplyDeleterosaria~ Thanks. This one is for all the lonely people.....
ReplyDeleteHelen~ Fun to know that....the quiche and tabouli cooler came directly from a downtown brick corner cafe' in Salem where I had a snack after massage last week. And therein ends the similarity to the poem!
Wayne~ I appreciate your comment; thanks!
Slick and smart; in a word, expert.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this poem with its many astronomical references,, so cleverly interwoven.
ReplyDeleteLove the theme that winds through this. Well done!
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Berowne~ You could not possibly know how honored I was by your comment. Thanks so much.
ReplyDeleteLittle Nell~ Thank you, and I think we are all interwoven in this universe. Evidence appears all the time in the blogosphere!
Sue~ Many, many thanks for your gracious comment.
A heat-seeking missile! Hot!
ReplyDeleteBy Jupiter Maximus Optimus Prime , this is stunning !
ReplyDeleteTess~ Your prompts are hot! Many thanks.
ReplyDeleteKutamun~ Wow, thanks! (Pretty amazing that I wrote this ahead of that meteor that hit Russia!)