Orbits
The human body
is a star.
Perfect in our
fiery solitude,
how can we be
surprised
by the broken
orbits,
the suddenly
motherless
planets drifting,
after we attempt
a simple kiss?
There are only
two possible
conclusions.
By Kasmira Barrett
The first line of this poem is really struck me-”the human body is a star”. To relate the core of a human body as a fiery independent ball intrigues me. Really what it made me focus on is desire, longing, even lust. The poem suggests some kind of relationship between two individuals. The crouching figure is the main focus. It’s breath suggests dim warmth among a cold composition. I see the other figure poking its head out from a newspaper lying on the couch. Also see building and nature emerging between them, creating an emotional and physical distance between the two figures.
