Heavenly Bodies
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem
The sunlight on the moon is sunlight, not
Sad moonlight. Get that straight. If I want you,
I want you having me inside you, hot,
More like the noonday sun than like some blue
Moon, or much more like some comet, intense
And hotter still invading you again,
Again, again until it bursts, more dense
Though than a comet bringing you bass pain
Since we are talking flesh here, not some slight
Ethereal steep space thing. The deepness will
Be where I surge inside you like a bite,
A love bite shaped to tattoo and to fill
Your innards with its total, shooting stain.
I hope it causes you a glistening pain.
