(For Halley’s Comet, 1986)
This time I’m going for the heart,
using my head,
no frippery of happenstance,
I’ve got a fix on you.
In the smudgeman’s flash
I’ll wager my kamikaze smile
for a likeness
beyond the incidental.
Might have planned things better,
packed lunar landscape discs
for those moments
when we’ll want to be, evilish,
but time-upon-time new-wording
of old refrains
may itch my solar cells
to new fantasias,
while I skug in your drift
weaving the spacebow
that will make you
the fanal of the galaxy.
When you are dimmed
beyond this sun-blitzed gale,
you’ll fire-fly
in the glow of red dwarves,
dance double-starred
among the blue stragglers
where the snowmass avalanches
to the subtlesound of kiss,
that seamless kiss that I will plant
upon your icy facets
as I Christophy you
through the dark matter.
This is a first-time test
of my endurance,
a nightscape of myself
to drown the senses.
till our mutual parabola
unburdens in the second suntime.
Take this half-life
to the perimeter of Known!
Let me haunt you again! And again!
There is an immortality
I can fathom
in your cosmic dust.
(Photo: www.team-ulm.de and David Kingham
