Star Bursts
He doesn’t want to shoot down stars or blast
At them at all. He doesn’t think that he
Can boost the sky with something better, vast
As his desire might be. That French marquis
Is not at all his pattern. What he wants
To shoot is something he can offer deep
Inside his partners, not just on their fronts.
He wants his hottest spilling stars to leap
In glistening bursts somewhere beside their hearts
Or all the way within them. He wants seed
That he has cast to ravish womb-like parts,
Throughout them. Let them harvest all they need.
..And then he’ll leave them. They can do what they
….Choose … after he has filled them with that spray.