10
stargazing
wear six silver rings
on each hand.
cold metal fingers slip under your
shirt
scare you under the blue
black moonless night. feel
your mouth sucking
as if on the first peach of summer
constellations: a shawl over you on this cold,
burning night, wearing you like
rings on their fingers, glinting
grimaces of purity or commitment
try to gulp through space.
hear your name
shouted into the heavens, unto
the ears of angels on high gleaming
like the festering wound slime throat ache
hiding from you.
miss you in the festering,
wish for you in this cloak of stars
like the freckles on your back,
through the gaping void between us