your body, donne’s astronomy

orbiting eyes roll backwards in delight,–

swirling in sockets

those brilliant comets

streak burning trails across your line of sight.

 

and so i flare. a stargazer, i stare

at the planetary body

(which eclipses mine completely),–

“this bed thy centre is, these walls, thy sphere.”

 

 

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