Orbital Inertia
Inside a capsule of brilliant words
and silent laughter
gliding with the stars
Pulling out objects to
examine and angle a narrative
like describing the moon
I put my ear next
to your explicatives
and heard the drum
your heart
And sorted through
peices of your wit that
clicked together like
loose diamonds in my hand
I knew how close
one could get to another
without ever touching
Because when you said
'I would have liked to meet you on Earth'
I smelled soap and salt
poem by Tara Crown
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