I once threw a cowl
that wrung upon my shoe
while it vegged but flew afoul
so truant like a kite 
knew my carbazole as a butterfly in flight 
this quasi-stellar garment
whet these galaxies afar
with their assertions I jogged
a dwarf star scoped such constellation 
with incredible clarity unblemished again.

Cogwheel Memory

I want to taste your constellations
Freckling your galaxy
I want to feel
Your sunburst kiss.
Guide my hands
Around your orbit
Where I can drift
For eternity. 
I am your satellite. 
Your daybreak smile
Constantly in my head
Running revolutions 
During my day. 
I could get lost
In your cosmic gaze.