LOVE POEM #22: SOLID ORGANS OF THE HOME

aroused as the face was struck
by substance that conceals with the tongue
and listen to the iridescent glow
secure in the shadows meiosis,
to find mirrors covered over with cloth

dwarf, a neutron housewife
in the room where someone has died
the dark molecular cloud, rough
so that they face a door for they will allow
the chromosomes relax
into their two naked-eye comets

pulsar/white
impossible to light a fire that may be scanned
to the next major galaxy the ritual of touching
robotic exploration of light.