She is a shooting star,
and he watches her fly so far away,
her blue-hot tail streaming idly across his mind,
mindlessly he stares after her,
and is always burned,
as she comes back through the atmosphere.
She is a white-dwarf,
he basks in her icy rays,
she ignores him yet again,
but he doesn't mind,
or so he lies,
as the cold seeps through his clothes.
She is a red-giant,
and he is still ensnared in her orbit,
spinning and spinning until he's dizzy,
she burns him repeatedly for things he never said,
but he withstands it,
because her gravity is too strong to resist.
She is a black-hole,
pulling him close just to tear him up,
he's so happy she's with him,
he doesn't mind the pain,
disintegration,
or reintegration,
he still loves her.
She is a white-hole,
emitting light and things of all kinds,
finally, he can sleep,
he is free,
for the moment,
as free as her gravity will allow,
and he is at peace.
::
The cycle begins again,
and she is a shooting star.
