whisked into the center of space,
Which unfurls in an aurora of orgasmic light
Before opening wide, like a jungle orchid
For a love-struck bee, then goes liquid,
Paint-in-water, and then guaze wafting out and off,
Before, finally, the night tide, luminescent
And vague, swirls in, and on and on. . . .
(excerpt from
My god, it's full of stars)
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