Maria Lopez
Eclipse
Sirius,
remember the night -
planets aligned in rumination,
suspicion sickle-rimmed the hidden
blood red moon - Glorious
as wounded Venus.
What plotted course
did you run
that night?
Dog star,
when you turn comet
you’d have me for a tale? Stone
turned stellar by your flight?
No. I’ll be night. I’ll be
Your ether, your blackness
I’ll be your fuel or
Extinguish you
like a light
.