in this heliocentric
stasis of wonder
she is the sun in which
my entirety revolves
a lone bastion of beauty
in a galaxy of utter
hopelessness magnified
devoid of dream
she is a steady reminder
an arrow always pointed
at the dessicated echo
of my heartbeat as it
wheezes across the
darkened skies of night

she is the holy vestibule
refracting sinful desire
i am an empty vessel
desperate for her light