The Sock Drawer - 13. We Made The Milky Way

We Made The Milky Way

Ever seen a drop so dark

that stained the lip of yours,

that spread out deep onto your tongue

to taste of burning force?

This life I give to you along

with starry strings that stick

- the Milky Way, it sprayed so strong –

destroyed, just with a lick.

And you take in the flaming flesh

seasoned with white and red

and drink the violence so fresh

in all the love I’ve bled.

We’re hungry now and strain the wreath,

a rhythm we’re adopting.

You move like lava underneath

thin rock, close to erupting.

And when you do it breaks the dance

of heat and urgent shifting

- sudden earthquake and you think

there’s nothing more uplifting.

The cooling rocks fall into place,

jarred and chipped and drenched,

the bloody stars still on your face

- Our thirst is not quite quenched.