My thoughts – they slide towards you,
but it is not my fault, it is the Coriolis force,
for you stand at my right.
Anyway, I wish you would stay there,
although we bare the same omen
and we reject each other.
Be my guest! Have a slice of Moon,
fill a glass in the Milky Way,
let us drink to our romance,
that I wished it’d be.

November 2000.