(Poems of Pluto 5) Sol Sighs

Fuck me up, Sun.

Tear away the atmospheres between us

let them fall and crisp into nothing

around our mismatched feet.

 

Destroy me.

Show this simple asteroid how

the single most inspirational star in the sky

moves when the moon is on duty.

 

I will forgo any semblance of release

as long as, just once,

I hear that true sigh of spring’s awakening,

feel that hot breath

summer wishes it could possess.

 

Bite at me–

grip with all your strength at my

$20 sheets as I

teach you what the other planets mean when they say,

“rainfall”.

 

Lay your hips upon mine

teach me the definition of those

convective motions.

 

Let us test how far

the largest source of energy in the solar system

can take us in one night.

 

I know, I know.

The protection I’ve brought isn’t exactly

designed to handle temperatures

anywhere close to 6,000 Kelvin.

Nor is the rest of me.

 

I can only hope

my ears

are the last part of me

to melt.

 

 

Heart of Star (Poem)

Shying from green to grain
you crawl down towards
the beginning of self.
Weary, you wander
deeper, sonder
finding passages
no one remembers.
The glow is blue and gold,
your eyes drinking
blinking to capture and
lashes filtering
the edges of Old.

 

You know the stem above
craves your return
for without you
how will it know the angle
of the heat star’s heart?
You start
ascend
glancing back at
the secret of birth
and you wonder–

 

is this where the moon was born?