oh, sunspot eyes,
your pores are bleeding stardust
and your tongue lolls in a black hole
cave, a celestial eel,
while I, the astronaut,
am grounded by gravity,
centripetal force grinding me into the grass.

Do not look at me
with pomegranates glittering between your teeth.
I know that you have swam with him
in undulating swirls of a deadened stream.
I won’t turn back.

Your face is layered in the syrupy souls
of those he has conquered,
and I cannot live with the dead.

You are immortal now.
Enjoy the underworld.