Untouchable

What is a touch
but a simple collision of atoms?
Never meant much -
until your realisation
of how I felt;
you were my sun.

And so you kept your distance -
flung me into orbit.

Now I am trapped
in a dizzying ellipse,
constant track,
around you.
(This symmetry is art!)
The way a planet
never sways,
never brushes its star.

But I adapt,
don't let this bother me -
because, after all, what better
place to be
than bound together
as I feast on your
delicious, infective gravity.