Alien Kin

My “so soft” skin
is alien kin,
while earthlings
keep you grounded.

My eyes are tinged
with Saturn’s rings.
Your fear of me’s
unfounded.

And don’t they say
that Space is made
up mainly of
dark matter?

And is that
what’s the matter
then
with me?

And is it only
Einsteins know
the comfort
creatures like me sow?

I thought you knew what comfort I could be.

Baby, I thought you knew what comfort I could be.

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