(Did fair Venus and mighty Jupiter,
make sweet love,
under the gaseous monster?)
The stars were connected that night
and I could see valiant Orion,
his bow ready to pierce,
whatever celestial enemy came his way.
The planets were strange that night,
close like we were,
the sick atmospheres,
bonding by the phosphorous eye.
The tide ebbs in and out,
and our bodies do a dance,
under the opaque mother,
we are but writhing snakes to a star.
Erotic lunar fantasy,
the planets gave birth to the universe,
and loved it like a child-
whereas I loved you,
and that gave breath to starlight.
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