197197 Sun Radiation of romance, Center of this hopeless heart. My warmth so dependent on arms Outstretching into a flaming embrace. Revolving kisses gently blow in solar wind With electric charged strands held in hands And lipstick pressed against golden dome. A collection of your smiles erupt my day, Making life bright and sweat glisten. Sweet words, sweet promises Chase along soft axis Of your lips. Mercury Heart ignited at first, But I always came in second. Responses flow in small variables, Pass of 88 days before my recognition. Even with thin atmosphere– transparency Of emotions, pressure keeps me breaking. I named you after a god, but my ideations Are Helios, and I start to question faith. I ignore irritations to preserve tails Made in quickness of our start, Pushing lack of shady, Dark moons. Jaylee Chastain Hopeless Songs to the Solar System 198 Venus Love and beauty– Hot and ready, so they say. You may appear bright in my sky, But acid rain laced words burn my skin. Despite stings, I’m drawn to your magnetic Field of charm, amber hair, heat unleashed. My thinking rotates clockwise as my gaze Darts to the brightest star in blanketed, Tragic sky, dim orbs peppered lightly. Even with your beaming spirit, A telescope still seems Needed. Earth I seem so convinced That only you can give me life. Only you can give something organic, Or pure slivered tastes of something real. Beauty can bloom, but core cannot uncover If crust of my being is merely being picked at. I’m suffocating on oxygen, but only artificial. The flowers on my skin are just now grown, And with them I make you a bouquet. But you can’t even gift a seed On the day that I was And am. Mars Storms of dust whir, Emotion specks around– water Freezing over by red that I ignored. Not even Olympus Mons can compare To cratered communication days you deal. I keep making excuses, defending possible, Potential life residing in our future, but you Can not look past that thin atmosphere To even attempt to uncover such Revelation about my being. Delusions of superior– Astronaut. 199 Title of piece Jupiter Clouded visionary And rapid rotation of thought. Your heart seems so big sometimes, Until you are in a Red Spot. Pushing field Yet I pull, knowing you are no king to name. I see your faint rings, I have memorized each, Though it is too much trouble to know mine. Too much time, too much time, you can’t Handle the clouds in the sky, nor stars So why do I expect memorization Of constellations? You only Know Little Dipper. Saturn No intention of big rings, I suppose I knew from the start. I asked and you took six steps back. As a result, I choke on your dust and ice. I can feel you furthering, your flattened tone, Sudden rockiness to your core, short-worded conversation– Dense talks at surface level, and simple, small-scale visions. I can’t seem to land on a reasonable decision. My jet-streamed conscious falters pole To pole, moons falling to pieces In the weighted gravity Of this soul. Uranus Your cold shoulder, The very same I would lean on. Your particles of dust have turned dark, That I no longer have the skill to read you. We finally start to collide, spinning on my side, Facing my back towards what used to be warm. Your eagerness no longer visible to naked eye. I have to squint, even then you’re drifting off. I didn’t think I would begin to feel blue With you in my system, my love. Yet here I stand, a gas Of ideal. 200 Neptune Further from heat, Further away from my heart. Frequent storms occur, but your voice Never had the courage to raise itself up– Grab the attention from 7 other planets away. Now you will speak of rings to others in system Just as you might have done while still with me. Only now I can’t hold you back, nor can I grasp On the imagination of the rings you showed To me in the back of my hopeful mind. May I see your face in the stars, Becoming someone Else’s sun.