drawing

I was drawn into you, lover
but not by you, lover
though you wished you were the designer
who managed our story line
like everything was fine
like temptation and signs
lead nowhere, my friend

what goes on in all of these homes and hotel rooms
but deep discontent
or unrest
or occasional harmony?

I might release you, lover, back to yourself
but like the seasons
you will return to me, friend
because you are the movement
of stars around my old and strange planet