Galileo found me one day at the end of a telescope

like a lover emerging at a hallway’s mouth. Like a man

spotting for the first time woman in the window she

forgot to close, forgot to curtain. I am Jupiter’s

Lover. Zeus’ Lover. I am volcanic love. I am yellow

green purple oil paint love, I am a sulfurous 

plume love, I am found by a man through

a telescope love, I am collected light in a mirror

love, I am one of four siblings love. 

I am so far away love. The kind of love

you can’t just open your eyes to see

Love. I am telescope love, the kind of love

you have to drive out to the darkness

to see love, drive out to an abandoned

baseball field love, point your lens

to the sky love, search for me, find

me spinning, dancing, licking my blue-ish

green-ish lips around Jupiter 

kind of Love.

Beyond the curvature of the sky

I am quiet and make love to darkness,

waiting to devour you.