First Sight
A god, is he? That man standing there,
mapping the constellation of your breasts?
Does he say your gravity makes you
irresistible? Does he call you a sun
too bright to look upon? Listen—it’s true
your laughter sears, our skin peels
when you glance at us. Baby, I could say
infinite. I could say asteroids, collision,
shattering. I’ve charted that path, too.
Satellite skimming your horizon. Fuck him.
The stars will still be there tomorrow.
Tonight—I’ve got my bike. Let’s stake
the highway, claim Hatcher’s Pass,
pan for gold. We’ll build a fire by the river;
you can teach me what it is to burn.
Catullus 51