juxtaposed collisions.

Gravity says
we can't be in love
Because
like begets like, and
We only attract
so long as we're
together.

Maybe one day I'll be your other
focal point
and you can wobblespin around me,
pirouetting ellipses in my celestial
dysfunction;

Maybe one day
when your aphelion reminds you
that you're cold without my
tilted, toxic axis against you;

Maybe one day we'll
collide
and blaze our footprints in
the scattered stardust;

But for now, we're not
burning brightly enough to leave
a trail of glamour
across the sky's cheek

But maybe someday, darling
when our juxtaposed collisions become

w e i g h t l e s s