The night sky

under the umbrella of the sky,
the stars are so fairly made, so far
and so immediate
as flowers petalled by desire,
budded with fierce intuitions, loving
every moment of their gleeful
smiles:

they are truly spirits who dive into outer space
as quarks may dive from 1 to
another dimension, as holes may open
mind and bends of the very ends of the universe
as we may know it:

and they shine, far beyond diamonds,
winking with such supreme love,
they are darlings of the sky
as lovely as bulls
about to be pierced to death
by matadors.