He always thought space would be cold
but her fiery passion was like the sun
able, with one touch, to singe his soul
and sweep away the dark side of his moon.
He was caught in her orbit
Hanging on the stars in her eyes
and somehow, despite himself,
he felt a humble peace
from the stark silence of space
that had once been his inner atmosphere.
He was not interested in heavenly bodies
or the black holes he saw others gravitating towards.
Lifeless eyes that drew only sadness.
He was, instead, quite taken with diamonds skies
of the Lucy variety.