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Second Planet


You appeared at the dinner party

just when the tender sky went gold and green and blue.

“Sister planet,” I said (a little too loudly).


The other guests receded to distant orbits.

as your sulfur heat sank my stockings down my thighs

and coiled the hair at my temples.

I saw what volcanoes might do if I got close enough.


For once I thought I’d seduce

someone, spin your crescent round to full light,

teach astronomers what a telescope is for.


But what do I know? Two days later

(a year and a half on Earth)

your opaque sheen reflects back my desire

politely. Seems the heat was not an invitation.

Meg Yardley