The Intrusion
by Ken Poyner
I am no intruder.
Drop your force shields,
Meet me at air lock two.
Our pressure suits can entwine
In the reflected light of the nearest
Moon, in the ship’s flashing status signs.
We can spin together without
Gravity as the starcraft in blue
And red scintillation tells us
Outer door open
Inner door locked
In a rhythm we cannot
In weightle