His aloofness,
Beautifully rendered
Like a meteoroid,
Stony.
His wandering eye,
A shooting star darting
Across the map of her face,
Connecting the dots.
A mole
Sits above her lips
Defying perfect symmetry.
The irony
In a beauty spot
And in his orbit changing.
It is a science.
A hide and seek in interbeing space until
The chase:
He enters her atmosphere
At destructive velocity
Assuming the light of God, in her darkness.
Or
Assuming the light of God in her darkness.
Misguided.
Whom?
She thinks she knows his kind
In her midst burns his guise.
Exposed in this match.
The catch:
Fireball, Ego,
Caught out.
An unlucky streak,
Perhaps, for both.
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