Can I tell you a secret?
[A serial collection of asterisks] – (You)
Were the reason I was born,
Thrown out of my cocoon, my body,
When my lips could feel orbitals
Summoning like a magnetic pole,
And that secret is (asterisks – you)
Built a constellation just
For me, and laid them out like mythology
Does, but within my reach.
You’re now the wildfire inside my heart,
Lit by a falling star. I’m yours truly,
An asterisk – the wildcard –
Who wants to be your wild-thing.