I Fed The Stars Into Your Mouth

It was I that fed the stars into your mouth this is the biological normality, isn't it? Every fibre rushes forth forks of lightning as rain, life's essence spills over the gutters. I am aware, our destinies are interlinked that even now, our shadows have merged as one. Even now, I sense her gravity her grasping will, independent but still, depending on us for to hold her world in place this is normality, isn't-it? A clinical photon burst of panic that sudden adjustment of fear and then exuberant excitement a flashbulb, overexposure to emotion isn't this how new stars are, wrought love isn't it.