"I wander through space with an ever shrinking fleet, in ever emptier systems, my bookmarks, pings, and safes like ghostly echoes of days long behind us." ~Kimsemus
"More than my wartarget" by Thieving Monkey
My waking hours spent contemplating this bond between us. Memory of our last moment together, a red sun, burning softly, Plays peekaboo through the gate. Intermittently eclipsed, The crimson glare on my ship, flickers as we dance.
The delicate pitter-patter of my hail on your indelible armour, Stirs delight in me even now. Thought awakens desire To embrace you once more, with greater appreciation, For I now know too well that this intimacy is fleeting.
Like a flare, a sharp, brilliant burst of light and heat, Our passion ignites, our pulses quicken, as we await That dreadful and delightful climax, arriving too soon, Robbing us of time and love and hate and desire.
The longing persists. Burning. Unrelenting. Compelling us to dance once more.