Stars Are Yummy
Sunlight filtered through your white wings,
Haloed above your head,
Metamorphosised into a new expression
Of your inner beauty.
Live moths flew into you, I swear.
We were flying -
How cliche is that? -
But you could not touch the stars anymore
And bring them down for me to eat
With my breakfast of cheap energy bars.
An eyelash daubed your cheek with fallow gold;
I didn't notice I had picked it off
Until I found it on my lips
An hour later,
Just before lunch.
I want to take your heart and put it up
Into the sky, where eventually
It would transform into
A constellation of loving-kindness,
Which astronomers would forever wonder at.
Lift your eyes, lift your spirits,
I'll take care of it
... at least try.
I cried out in pain,
You're too much to take sometimes.