Friday, August 5, 2022

Girls as Galaxies

The face inside,
Your secret lover,
Who carries your desire
As if it is her,
Proferring it freely
Like flowers 
To you.

But it is your love only
Comes as ricochet,
What you can finally feel as love
Distilled from longing,
The reach for the one flame
That burns in your heart
'Til the heavens encinder,

And all of it a paparazzi 
Flashbulb of the others
Crowding to your love,
Which never announces itself
As your mouth, your tongue 
Yet you graciously receive what comes
As an echo,

Like a photo
From forbidden Japan,
The only manifest in
Commodore Perry's hand,
A pearl for his sextant
As replacement 
For stars.