The Astronaut

Listening to none other than David Bowie's Space Oddity, fantastic.

It is a new year, and I am resolving myself to a life of exploration in expressive adoration and balance.

I will not be unhealthy in my adventuring, but ambitious.

Columbus. Magellan. Lewis & Clark. Laika?

An Astronaut?

Why not?

Sailing across celestial bodes, heavenly souls,

I can, in fact, see solar winds of good fortune blowing through me.

An Astronaut-

Truly a romantic figure if ever to be.

A scientist discovering, 

while simultaneously 

a virgin observing.

Exhilarating; traveling thousands of miles an hour, 

while simultaneously

very still in intimate action, floating in the shadowy beauty of

a bed,

can I see myself, hopeful, innocent, in intrigue of another's soul, a starred tiara sitting on her head, my lips diving comets on her cheeks, our bodies organic satellites orbiting lovely planets; ourselves.