To My One True Satellite

To My One True Satellite –

I placed night-blooming jasmines atop my

coffee table last night in hopes that their

sweet scent would swiftly sway upward

and fill your craters with the same camaraderie

as you fill my night sky.

While the legion of stars are busy

granting the wishes of others, you

overtly stand guard. Like clockwork,

you navigate treacherous terrains

so that the cobblestones underneath me

faintly glisten as I walk home.

A lonesome vigilant sentinel,

you never miss a shift – and that is not lost on me.

This love note is your flowers

for your constant assurance

for your unyielding companionship

for your modesty despite your radiance

for your guarded grip

of my darkest secrets. Take

it with you whenever you go back

to your splendid and magical home.

Let it remind you of all your glory

as your memories fizzle in the heat.

I am pungent and grotesque

and yet you place a crown atop my head.

You deserve your own crown,

your own rings, and your own

orbiting disciples. Until then,

let my appreciation and affection for you

fill the air between my enamored heart

and your hovering body.

Amongst the many ever-fleeting

objects, you are the satellite,

and even when I cannot see you,

your forces keep me grounded.