Stargazing

The restaurant revolved in fractions of time, the blackness without stood still; astrology blazed in the clear night sky, I felt thirsty enough to kill. Your grey eyes shone like swamp fire, skin glowed like china and lace; I drowned in the well of your parting lips, drank the beauty and love from your face. Then for moments I had you entirely, sweet instants of perfect design; then the moments fell short of my dreaming and I saw you were no longer mine. Through my tears I took to stargazing and the dark glass reflected my pain; constellations and galaxies shimmered on the roof of the earth like a stain. I do not read stars or take notice of anything people foretell; I pre-empted the death of your caring and the death of my caring as well. So I wait for a merciful ending, for the saving of both of our souls; rueing the day when the light blew away and my stars became empty black holes.