In the Stars
I looked at the vast and indifferent sky
And wondered with amusement
It is always there
Like the constant movement of the heavenly bodies
People have secular interests
keeping the sky behind bars is one of them
They arrest the tiny fragments of it
And add a retro flare
Her caprice enchanted me
And made me worship Sapphic music
Women are never mellow
That is why they consecrate themselves
Entirely to the rain
And mix with the boundless step
They bemuse themselves
With the fear of ending what lies ahead
Of what would really tarnish them
Yet really find no joy in dwelling on the mellowness of others
Reading her and measuring her moroseness
Gives me a distinctive pleasure
Until my whole body smells like in the stars
I will rejoice in what is already dead.
https://www.teenink.com/poetry/free_verse/article/1182960/In-The-Stars
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