Swallow a Star
If I could
I would take a star from the obsidian sky
And swallow it.
I can feel it sliding smoothly down my throat
-Down, down, down-
It would stay in my belly and warm my limbs
(maybe even my heart and soul)
All of which have felt so terribly cold lately-
So, so cold.
And maybe the warmth of the star would take the place of the love
That should be there
It used to be,
I am empty,
If I have to rely on the star's warmth to the end of my days,
Who can tell me that I am wrong?
Just as long as I am warm;
But warmth it would be.
And if the star should burn out,
I suppose that I should burn out with it,
And go back to being cold,
A night without a star,
An empty vessel,