Stargazing
The restaurant revolved in fractions of time,
the blackness without stood still;
astrology blazed in the clear night sky,
I felt thirsty enough to kill.
Your grey eyes shone like swamp fire,
skin glowed like china and lace;
I drowned in the well of your parting lips,
drank the beauty and love from your face.
Then for moments I had you entirely,
sweet instants of perfect design;
then the moments fell short of my dreaming
and I saw you were no longer mine.
Through my tears I took to stargazing
and the dark glass reflected my pain;
constellations and galaxies shimmered
on the roof of the earth like a stain.
I do not read stars or take notice
of anything people foretell;
I pre-empted the death of your caring
and the death of my caring as well.
So I wait for a merciful ending,
for the saving of both of our souls;
rueing the day when the light blew away
and my stars became empty black holes.
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