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Pocket Venus

Pocket Venus
George Kelly
How could something small and flashy
outside my orbit so sweet and eyelashy
reel me in, capture me, invisible tractor beam?
How could something so far and so tiny
send out a signal via subspatial finery?
Some undiscovered clause in the laws of physics?

Any observer could see
the gravity between you and me,
pocket Venus,
and the universal expanse
between what's beneath our pants,
pocket Venus.

I draw you close to me,
I see you dim and recede.
I chart a path to escape,
I feel you breathing down my nape.

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