I Fed The Stars Into Your Mouth Poem by Mark Heathcote

It was I that fed the stars into your mouth
this is the biological normality, isn't it?
Every fibre rushes forth forks of lightning
as rain, life's essence spills over the gutters.
I am aware, our destinies are interlinked
that even now, our shadows have merged
as one. Even now, I sense her gravity
her grasping will, independent
but still, depending on us for
to hold her world in place
this is normality, isn't-it?
A clinical photon burst of panic
that sudden adjustment of fear
and then exuberant excitement
a flashbulb, overexposure to emotion
isn't this how new stars are, wrought love isn't it.