My Body All in Stars

This wide, wide open night I stand miles high 
Within the starlight cradling air, 
And in my covering of clay awaken little embryonic stars, 
Infant suns and moons are kindled on my tongue, 
Whole galaxies revolve upon the tips of my bright fingers.

I loom higher, melting outward in the drifting air of space 
Until Arcturus pulses as my bright and spindled heart, 
Until my loins become the rowdy red Aldebaran of fecund Taurus, 
My mind the quick blue flame of Rigel.

O chant those holy, holy words 
That bind my triangle of sacramental self 
Upon the altars of the sky 
In reverence to those lordly stars 
That are the kindred brothers to the throne of God.