The Orbit

The sun is rising to my rear

Blinded by good faith in the mirror

Rosy pricking golden pins

Stitching sin under stars again

I used to shine in light before

Never have I needed mores

Until I needed you

 

So many men would like to claim

The satin threaded through these veins

Of words, of scrolls, of a spiderweb mind

All the wastes of my goddamn time

When to them I'm worth an empty glass

Echoed in dark moments we could snatch

And yet the earth still spins

 

Now I am dawning from the haze

Eyes like primroses fade away

I am sober, if only for today

As pennies pick up some worth in rays

I am bleached

I am burned

For myself

I yearn

For myself

--only

 

For now

 

Until the orbit

Comes back around

 

Edit: It feels too... cliche? Too millennial? How do I avoid talking about stars and shit?

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