Poem Eighteen

We take in as much starlight as we can bear.

Stories about Houdini, your white doves, It is our safe place.

We are minus the myth of light.

We take in as much starlight as we can bear.

What's in between the moon and your hands?

As if the nodding of your own head is the very rhythm of the universe.

We take in as much starlight as we can bear.

Stories about Houdini, your white doves, It is our safe place.