Dare I pluck
stars from the sky
brightshining globes
Fat fruits
that drip starlight
and wet the grass
like dusk’s dew
Dare I wash my hair
with starlight?
Dare I dance, unabashed
basking in the unsunny
strange romance of nighttime?
What dare I utter?
What dare I do
when the world tree
and stars droop upon my table.