I'm A Loon(a)
I am an orbiting satellite, the loving moon ever bright.
I cause the waves of daggers made from spite.
The tide is my craving for connection, watching you fight for yours.
I implore your independence, once again, forever more.
Always in motion to reach you, but going in circles, can't beat you.
I want to meet you, grasping helplessly at the waters of your tidal might.
A report, forever more; a gaping sore of my plight.
I can never be a part of you, of your demanding joy, of your magnetic birth-right at the height of your undeniable light.
Without me the glee of your spree is unseen.
I complete the puzzle by wearing my stubble as a muzzle, by feeling your amerous light.
My instinct is to fight, to resist your bark with the bite of my fright.
I might dote around for ages, flipping through the pages, finding answers from within cages, entangled to this forever night.
I see my role as a blight, but I am the Y to your X which completes this spectacle consuming my sight.
I long for what I grieve every day, but my place in the cosmos is what lets it come out to play.