True need grabs at desperation;
Love turns real through wounded eyes –
You made a melting conflagration,
Ripped this mammoth from its ice.

Deprivation’s quavering jitter
Stumbling over pill-blocked feet;
All was acrid venom bitter
Then a flash: the world is sweet.

I would be your alien rocket
Looping round your orbit chair,
Blasting out our lifetime tunnels
Naked in the bright sun's stare.

We will go and burst a nova . . .

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