I fed the stars into your mouth

It was I fed those stars into your mouth
This is normality, isn’t it?
Every fibre rushes forth forks of lightning
As rain spills over the gutters.
I am aware - our destinies are interlinked
That even now our shadows have merged
As one! Even now I sense her gravity,
Her grasping, will, independent,
But still, dependent on us two"
To hold her world in place
This is normality, isn’t it?
A clinical photon burst of panic
That sudden adjustment of fear
And then exuberant, excitement,
A flashbulb, over exposer to emotion
This is how new stars-
Are wrought; love, isn’t it.

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Mark... the art and your poem truly
complement each other. Creating another person
with unbelievable intricacies is an explosion of
life and passion. Amazing poetry... as ever... Pat