Planets Ruminate About Stars

Though uncustomary to my usual  
Prolixity  
(He said, with a wry grin  
For his currents  
Were deep, but a  
Paucity of  
Attention  
Was thin)  
Allow me this brief  
(Somewhat hagiographic)  
Paean,  
Wherein,  
I shall attempt  
To circumnavigate  
The echolalic  
Dross  
Of the oft tread  
Recursive  
Erotic  

Her stanzas are quartered  
Appointments  
Whose proportioned  
Gleam  
Honed to lapidary precision  
Are a continual renascence of  
Thoughtful expression,  
Whose supple sentences and  
Ample verbiage were subject to her  
Ineluctable suzerainty  
(It’s not just a motto on a coffee  
Mug  
She’s the boss)  
 
Her passionate writes,  
Conflagrant  
Constellations  
Which counterpoint  
A quiet  
Mien  
One facet of her  
Unique  
Quiddity  
She is the ultimate  
Apotheosis  
Of an artist  
(No bones about it, folks  
She’s something special)  
 
She thought we might just  
Skirt  
Around each other  
Turning  
Circuits  
In a curious  
Skein  
Whose gambols and  
Inquiries,  
This purely  
Primal  
Atavistic  
Oscillation,  
Scent the air  
With hermetic musing  
And numinous musk  
 
These quotidian gambits,  
A synecdoche,  
Of the amative chase  
 
Planets  
Ruminate  
About stars  
 
Universal fractals,  
She calls it,  
The cosmos in microcosm  
 
(Imagine, if you will  
Indulge another  
Hot  
Moment,  
Dear reader)  
Standing behind,  
My hand  
Clasped  
On your throat  
Parceling out  
Febrile  
Breaths  
Between my fingers  
 
Concomitant  
Kisses  
Guillotine  
Upon your  
Neck  
 
Perched  
Atop this  
Tower  
Of thew,  
Your entreaties have  
Piqued  
Into engorged  
Efflorescence  
 
She assays to plumb  
The depths  
Of my  
Unfathomed  
Filth  
I douse the glim  
Below  
In rejoinder  
(Out, brief candle)  
 
She imagines  
Circumambulating the corona  
With a soft,  
Delicate tongue  
Dipping the tip  
Into  
Seeping dew  
 
Glistening in a slow path  
Down the red shaft  
(It’s getting steamy, folks)  
Streaked  
With a flowing  
Marbled  
Vein  
Of verdigris  
 
She gathers the shimmering  
Stream  
Upon tongue’s  
Tip  
Before drawing the  
Broad leaf  
Along length  
And breadth  
In a gradual  
Sweep  
(She makes me cum  
In various arenas)  
 
In total  
Tension  
And  
Full  
Release  
 
In mimesis  
Of death  
 
..  
 
Planets Ruminate About Stars  
By  
Daniel Christensen  
Writing as  
R_Sculptoris