Light in a dark galaxy
You brood like dark circles beneath eyes
That orbit your world in
Like flies around a working corpse
Because life is work and work is life and
Sleep is for the dead you say
In your focused, manic
Manly way, with
A look that catches me like a virus
Rolls me feverish in your dreams for
I am your insomniac lover
Catching the crumbs beneath your table
As you feed your bread to fat tarts
Sew your pearls to swine
And I am still here, hungry
Navigating your dark circles
Like a faded moon.
But beware my lover
With your costume jewellery morals
Hung about your neck
For here I am without gravity,
Ready to float into the Milky Way
Simple as stardust.
Fired as a comet.