Circling, I
devour.
In my bed of stars,
I twist
and turn.
My teeth are reddened,
stained
with myself.
They sink
deeper still
into wounds that always were.
I devour,
circling.
My coils
embrace the cosmos
My tongue laps
at the blood
of stars
I am whole
unto myself.
Devouring, devoured
I circle
back again.