myths say the stars lactated from her ******* but I think she wears a scarf of stars until nightfall then she pulls it from about her in voluptuous motion and lets it fall to puddle as it may the stars in its net doubled on themselves the way a chiffon scarf looks, melted on the floor or a river turned back on itself
O Voluptuary! make me the sky - wind your cloth of stars about me now - let me feel their antique heat on my back let me feel their electric path as they shoot across this human sky let the hammock of your scarf cradle this solitary in the nightness of your lights