Poetry: Love Is A UFO

for Elspeth

My love is a UFO
your airspace.

My love soars
at high altitude

the weather
of your heart.

My love is a silvery bag
of noble gas

across oceans and continents
by the high, high winds

of the prevailing jetstream.
Thus I come to you
robotic arms open

my gondola full of instruments
my love is a spy balloon

measuring the secrets of lonely hearts.
My love is a mysterious octagon hovering

a seraphim burning
singing holy holy holy

all eyes
for you

and the whole earth below
full of your glory.

My love is a UFO
an alien that seeks not

to land but to explode
pierced by the heat bringing missile

of a kiss.

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