Heated only by stars— Another night without you. It bites out my very veins, This shudder from some animal That made its house-home in my soul Now since you’re gone. I won’t play too hard with my dark side, Though they say now I must. I’m remembering you instead—our dreams in stardust, In the light or night of day. Are you getting the briers I left in your skin? Stuck to you, I know I hurt you; But I hope they fit around you like the beginning of wings— From me.