Eclipse The earth moved to follow his smile, but she stood aside, let the planet pass. Her signs were subtler: quivers of little stars, the sucking dark depths of the ocean. Young women turned their faces to him like flowers, hoping for a laugh, an accidental touch, and men labored hard to prove their worth to him. She spun silently in the night. The weight of the world stood between them. But every so often, in the emptiness of space, when another kind of gravity pulled them together, he’d lay his golden head on her shadowed breast and sob.
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Eclipse drawing by me (2024).