Familiar Poem

Pull of my orbiting life,
though I've had my doubts,
you sometimes pull through.
My heart has a critical debt.

The rippling fabric of embrace,
more abiding than the fans
that have long cooled me.
The hesitation of hands

as they are told not to do
what they wish to do.
My defect burns brightly,
my blood in full monsoon.

I could make it to anywhere,
my feet will have to suffice.
To be looked on again
I would riddle any sacrifice.

Orbit, you are as you are.
Pull me further for any number
of years. I will pay so many debts
while our murmuring vows slumber.