léni de la brisa

Star-eater
by léni de la brisa

From the edge of sleep in bed,

crashing into my room, the stars ran away

from their celestial homes—rushing toward me,

you see, I watched

the stars of my dreams,

elated—beyond their limits,

materializing before me

their magic, their light

grazing, not the heavens, but—

my heart!

I am the eater of magic—the eater of light

they burned and stole away my slumber—

my breath!

oh, these fallen stars

captivating—it’s their own fault

laid upon my pillows like little gifts

fated to fall to me,

brought down just for me

and with their burning,

they kiss my face—their fires,

little loves, so delicate

I am the eater of kisses—the eater of fires

surely, they mean to steal me away

with their laughs enchanting

yes, I know what they want,

but oh, how could I forget—

I am sensitive to fire, I am sensitive to love

no, if only they knew, both, them and I,

are only for myself, until they turn cold,

these dead stars upon my bed

I stole away their warmth

beside each other, my little gifts—

my little icy graves, these celestial ruins

you see, it’s no one’s fault but their own

now, look into my eyes, I am starving

I am the eater of stars, I am the eater of love