Alcor, Mizar

Behind your eyes Alcor,
Mizar, circle
indistinguishable in the moonlight;
concord vines twist
haphazardly overhead
as we settle into the transient
summer lawn;

from a tangle of constellations
emanates the individual kiss, a single
star to eclipse the night sky,
a single star receding
in the darkness; replaced by another,
brighter, indistinguishable;

I must wonder if I am no more
than a moth, devoid of logic, drawn
powerless into the most radiant light,
the incessant danger of flame;
but there is little point in pondering
what I know already
so I kiss you again
and again;

the bright spots that are your eyes
sliver in the darkness and I suppose
I am trying to ascertain whether,
in an unsuspecting moment, they will turn
to burn me clean through;

the night closes in, language emerges
disheveled; The rider has already
become the horse, the horse is drawn
and quartered into the four great chambers
of the bear’s bright heart, burning;

Measurement fails, magnitude fools;
seconds of arc fold into a five-thousand year orbit
and the stars that would be one
spin together
in distant proximity