like a comet.

After the sunset on Samhain
Capricorn and Aquarius met under the stars.
The veils of Isis were drawn, their hands
fumbling through each others underworld,
wandering heavenly bodies.
He, shimmering, stumbling through the Pleiades,
Named the constellations after his style:
‘See that one there, thats Pussy-in-the-Sky –
The Great Pulsating Pussy.’
The crescent moon his horns, a crown, a halo.
Entranced by his dark energy,
She, in her moons, sighed.
‘Some day lover, when we are still
In the Metonic cycle of our Firstlove,
We will build a little hut in the woods,
To spend hours seeing Venus in each others eyes.’
She loosened Orions Belt slowly, her fingers
Moving along the ecliptic, her astronomical pathway.
A retrograde motion brought them both to the zenith
Then he came like a comet
And the Milky Way ran between her breasts,
Each nipple a shining star
Surrounded by an areole of light,
the cosmic grid their bed,
Their sex celestial.