SR PW
Two stars that give off light unlike the light
Of other stars, so different from their rays
That creatures on far distant planets, bright
As it might be, cannot hope to see our blaze,
We circle in our gravity around
Each other, close, so close we feed upon
Our twin, our orbits mean that we are bound
In tightest understanding and are drawn
And held so perfectly that we can feed
The one, the other, with our heat and weight,
Can offer up our cores to meet the need
Our consort wants, can feed our shining mate
With energies and essences and heat
Required with star equivalents of meat.