Saturday, June 18, 2016


He thinks he is
a moon caught
in fixed orbit
about the world
he was born to
the past he was
     cratered by

I loved
the pale light
of his face in the
darkness, believing
a volcano hid
in his chest

nobody taught me
that moons are just
grey mirrors for hot
stars to glimpse
themselves in

I didn't know small
planets whirled around
me because they
had no choice
that they never get
close enough because
I burn. no one told me
the earth does not
bloom without me

they name me for
my blazing heart
but sun is just
another name for
star to those
caught in her gravity

and galaxies are made
of stars with dark spaces
in between